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[Ana smiles.] Your eyes are as sharp as ever, I see.

[She angles it upward by the barrel so Jack can see more of it.] It's the biotic rifle he worked with Angela on. I believe he sent you and Reyes blueprints of it a while ago.

[Then, as she lets it back down into her lap and gets back to cleaning the exterior:] It can fire quite a variety of munitions - as you yourself have seen. It also breaks down easily, when I need it to. If I must move across the city discreetly, I hide the barrel in a hollowed-out cane, the scope and magazines in a pouch at the small of my back, and the stock and receiver under my coat. Nobody here looks twice at a one-eyed beggar woman.

[Her expression falls.] But that may not work anymore. The whole city will be on edge after what happened at Hakim's today.

If I ask, would you come with me?

[ he came here on a hunch, without expectation on what's waiting for him. what he finds are old friends, one he let slip away, the other returning from the grave. it's a lot to take in, in only a day. ]

I need to know what happened, Ana. I need to know why we — why and how I failed.

[She's quiet for a while, eye fixed on the coffee table as she ponders his words. Overwatch failed, of course, there's no disputing that - what is in dispute is the cause of that failure. Jack, of course, blames himself, and she can't honestly say she's surprised. He's always taken to heart that the buck stops with the commanding officer.

But to let it weigh him down like this, to let it consume him - it could be dangerous.

As for herself, well - she has her suspicions, even if she doesn't voice them. Reyes was a good soldier, but he was never short on pride. Being passed over for command of the task force was the beginning of the rift that led to the end. Letting him run Blackwatch only widened that rift.

When she speaks again, her words are slow and measured.]

I think, Jack, that you will not like what awaits you at the end of this road. It will cost you more than you realize in ways you cannot yet fathom. It could change you into one of the monsters you hunt.

[She looks up at him, her gaze unflinching.]

It may very well prove to be your end.

[After a moment, she stands, rifle cradled to her chest, and nods.]

But I will follow you down it nonetheless.

[ memories flash in his head, clear as day — when he met ana and reyes — gabe, his mind supplies, treacherous and melancholy with it — and felt the whole world slot into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle connected at last. that magic is gone now, but its essence lingers from beyond their graves. ]

That doesn't deter me.

[ the price of victory, but at a cost, and he is only too aware that it might just be his downfall. it doesn't stop the thirst for the truth, for justice undelivered to be uncovered and put right. overwatch was an institution he believed in, once upon a time. he's turned away from its cause ever since, but hasn't stop becoming the greatest motivator of his life.

he might not like what he finds, he might not even live long enough to start, but as the saying goes, the truth will always set you free. ]

A new war's brewing, Ana. No one likes to talk about it, but us soldiers know: it's only a matter of time. We don't need history repeating itself.

[ he looks at his hands, calloused and tried by fire, tracing the veins on the back of it with his eyes. ]

What about Fareeha?

[And now it is Ana's turn to be silent as she reminiscences. Memories dart through her consciousness like mayflies, and for a moment she palms the small holo-projector just inside her coat.]

She hasn't needed me for a long time.

[She hasn't been able to be with Fareeha every step of the way, of course, but she's done her best to keep tabs on her - first as she rose through the officer ranks, then to retirement and a job with Helix. Even now, pride swells within her chest as she thinks about it, until she's about ready to burst - but she tamps it down.]

Maybe someday, God willing, I will have a chance to explain myself to her. I cannot imagine she will readily forgive me.

[And now she gives in, taking the holo-projector out of her coat. A press of a button, and a holographic projection of a young Fareeha is produced from the base of it. Ana stares at it before deactivating it and returning it to her coat pocket.]

Those who stand ready against the evils of this world must make sacrifices, Jack. You know this as well as I.

[ if he were that kind of person, he'd say, she needs you all the time, but he isn't. it's a family affair that he has no right to step into, and he imagines that neither woman would appreciate that all that much. he has no experience to call on when it comes to rearing a child, what advice could he possibly give? ]

She's done well for herself.

[ he keeps tabs on her, too, the once bright young child that clung to her mother's uniform and smiled at them like they were the heroes from her bedtime stories. she is a child of their time, raised not only by her mother, but by the men and women surrounding them, fighting the wars to give children like her a chance for a better life.

she is part of the future he continues to live for. he doesn't what her to live through the bullshit he and ana did. ]

She takes after you.

[Try as she might, she can't quite stop the tremor, ever-so-slight, that takes to her bottom lip.]

So I've heard.

[She bows her head, hand going to trace the tattoo under her good eye. She's quiet for a while, and when she speaks again, it is barely above a whisper.]

I never wanted that life for her, Jack. I fought so she wouldn't have to.

[A quiet sigh, then:]

I imagine you heard us fighting over it more than once. She's stubborn, like you. I just-

[A quick pause to collect her thoughts - then she looks up at Jack.]

I don't want to be the one burying her. It wouldn't be right.

[ perhaps a part of that was jack morrison all along, being who he is. someone brave and inspiring. headstrong. he didn't purposely set out an example, but he recognizes that he was seen as a hero, some sort of moral compass that pointed at children to do the right thing, always. but what's the right thing in jack's morrison's world? taking names, kicking asses, firing bullets one after another? killing?

it's a soldier's world, is what it is. ]

We've always tried to keep this world safe for her, for every child.

[ keyword is tried, of course. ]

We still can. We haven't kicked the bucket yet.

[She shakes her head.] You're missing the point, Jack. I-

[Then, a quiet sigh through her nose. What's the point in nattering over semantics?

After a beat, she withdraws the projector from her coat again and activates it, staring at the hologram of Fareeha produced from the base.]

She wrote beautiful poetry, you know.

[She glances to Jack.]

I would have liked to see her go down that road.

[She permits himself a moment more of reflection - then tucks the projector back into her coat.]

Let's go.

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