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[ The way he reaches for the screen once more tells her what he wants; she lifts her hand, too, although hers balls into a fist, and she holds it up, mirroring Shiro's gesture. Another fist bump, evidently. ]
Heck, yeah. I play to win, Shiro. Don't forget it.
[ And--well, that's D.Va. Thinking of war and battle like it's a game not because she thinks lightly of it, but because it's easier for her that way. And, maybe, it'll be easier for her to deal with the fact that Shiro is so far away and in so much danger, so she goes on, ]
So when [ not if ] you come back and I find out you did something silly, you owe me another meal. And I'll owe you one if I mess up. Which, you know, I won't.
[His smile goes a little crooked and he gives her the fist bump she wants. but only for a tick so neither of their hands obscure the screen. The timer's counting down on how much longer the message can broadcast.
When. Not if.]
Good. Hopefully neither of us will be out a meal. [He pauses.] I haven't got much time left on this. About a minute. I don't know when I'll be able to do this again.
[ She nods, says it dutifully, like a soldier receiving orders, and pulls her fist away from the screen to fold her arms across her chest. If this really is the last minute that they'll have to speak to each other for a long, long time, Hana wants to make sure she goes out of the transmission on a strong note. She leans forward, the corner of her lips curl, smirking, and her eyes light up with the fire of someone who's fierce and determined-- a warrior.
In Korean Hana's last name, Song, means succeed. And that's what she's going to do. What she wants Shiro to do. ]
I wanna hear all the stories about how you owned the evil aliens when you get back, Shiro. So you and your team better go and kick some major ass!
[He thinks its impossible to think about disappointing her when she's the way she is and he smiles even as he straightens up a bit in his seat, physically responding without really thinking about it to her projected attitude.]
I will. I'll have plenty of stories for you when I get back. I expect them from you too. We've got a lot of time we'll need to make up for. [He pauses, makes the decision.] Can you swing by my family ever now and then? I'd like to know someone's checking up on them while I'm not there.
[ Hana nods again, humming in the affirmative; she has no doubts that she'll have lots to tell Shiro whenever he comes back. She would've had lots to tell him now, too, but there's no time, and a part of her isn't really up for talking about it anyway. Not when she could already use a break.
His request, though, catches her by surprise, and it's visible on her face. He must-- trust her a lot, to charge her with such a task, but she realizes that even in the short time that they've known each other they'd already been through a lot. Been vulnerable, worked together through a crisis, and everything else. So while she wears a thoughtful look for a moment, it doesn't take long for her to consider. She raises a hand, and gives him a salute and a smile. ]
Roger! I get sent to Japan now and then [ mostly to the city where Hanamura is, something something the Shimada clan and Genji's past. The details are a little blurry to her. But she's gone there for public events, too. ] so I'll make a detour sometime!
[ She realizes by now that they're probably running out of time, so she poses one last important question: ]
What kinda dessert does your family like? I'll bring some.
You can't go wrong with mochi of any kind. But if you want grandmother on your side, sneak her some cheesecake.
[He's never brought anyone home. He knows his mother in particular despaired over that fact, worried he'd let his career steal his personal life away from him. Now? ...now they probably expect even less. Sending Hana to them -
he just - wants them to have Hana. So that, if anything happens, to her or to him -
he just wants Hana to have them.
The timer over the screen is in its last twenty ticks and he focuses on her face, hand almost moving to return the salute from simple training before he breaks into a grin.]
Keep this line open for me, Hana. I don't know when I'll be able to use it again - but I will. [He keeps his hands on his knees so he won't be tempted to reach for her again and ruin the mood they're both determined to leave each other on.] And keep streaming. Sometimes I can catch fragments of those. I'll see you soon.
[ Later, Hana will likely be implored to think on the significance of Shiro asking her to visit his family. It's also likely that her doing so would cause a bit of a media stir, not that she'd really care, but they might. Shiro seems like he comes from a family of serene people who'd probably rather not be on gossip blogs. And-- what would she even do there?
But she doesn't worry about that right now. Right now--
She doesn't know why her heart is racing at what he says--because it's clear that their time is running down to its last few seconds, the way he's talking. She has no explanation for why there's a twisting, aching feeling in her chest and for why all of a sudden she... doesn't want this. Doesn't want this to end. But it has to. It has to end because he's got to get back to defending the galaxy and she's got to finish her work so she can be up for whatever's next when the morning comes. She manages to keep her wits about her, still, and she gives an acknowledging hum, and finishes off her salute. ]
Good luck, Shiro. Take care of yourself. Go and be awesome.
[He doesn't answer her verbally. There's no time for a sentence that wouldn't be cut off. But he grins and then his smile and eyes soften for her and he has one last moment of filling himself with her presence
and the screen goes black and silence fills the cockpit.
With a shaky exhale he tips his head back against the seat and closes his eyes.
After a long minute, one of his hands lifts to pat the side of the seat. Almost as if he's answering words that aren't there. Then he exhales again and straightens, opening his eyes and sitting forward. He opens a different channel.]
Thanks, Pidge. It worked great. Why don't you come on up? I've got something D.Va wanted to make sure you saw.
[ Hana had known it was coming, but surprise still flashes across her face when the feed cuts off. Suddenly she remembers she had been listening to music quietly in the hangar and the tool running diagnostics on her MEKA is beeping and flashing with a message saying it had finished its task. She spends only a moment or two in the silence of her mech before she sighs, and slips out of the cockpit. It's with a more tired manner that she carries herself now to look over the results of the diagnostics for a few minutes until another beep rings at her mech. She tosses a glance over her shoulder and by the looks of what's flashing on her mech's screen, she already knows what it is.
MEKA summons. D.Va's going to have to report to the base early in the morning. She heaves another sigh, but after that, her hands lift to scrub at her face, and she mutters to herself: ]
Okay, game face on! Time to get back to work, Hana. Shiro's counting on you.
it huuurtsss
Heck, yeah. I play to win, Shiro. Don't forget it.
[ And--well, that's D.Va. Thinking of war and battle like it's a game not because she thinks lightly of it, but because it's easier for her that way. And, maybe, it'll be easier for her to deal with the fact that Shiro is so far away and in so much danger, so she goes on, ]
So when [ not if ] you come back and I find out you did something silly, you owe me another meal. And I'll owe you one if I mess up. Which, you know, I won't.
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When. Not if.]
Good. Hopefully neither of us will be out a meal. [He pauses.] I haven't got much time left on this. About a minute. I don't know when I'll be able to do this again.
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[ She nods, says it dutifully, like a soldier receiving orders, and pulls her fist away from the screen to fold her arms across her chest. If this really is the last minute that they'll have to speak to each other for a long, long time, Hana wants to make sure she goes out of the transmission on a strong note. She leans forward, the corner of her lips curl, smirking, and her eyes light up with the fire of someone who's fierce and determined-- a warrior.
In Korean Hana's last name, Song, means succeed. And that's what she's going to do. What she wants Shiro to do. ]
I wanna hear all the stories about how you owned the evil aliens when you get back, Shiro. So you and your team better go and kick some major ass!
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I will. I'll have plenty of stories for you when I get back. I expect them from you too. We've got a lot of time we'll need to make up for. [He pauses, makes the decision.] Can you swing by my family ever now and then? I'd like to know someone's checking up on them while I'm not there.
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His request, though, catches her by surprise, and it's visible on her face. He must-- trust her a lot, to charge her with such a task, but she realizes that even in the short time that they've known each other they'd already been through a lot. Been vulnerable, worked together through a crisis, and everything else. So while she wears a thoughtful look for a moment, it doesn't take long for her to consider. She raises a hand, and gives him a salute and a smile. ]
Roger! I get sent to Japan now and then [ mostly to the city where Hanamura is, something something the Shimada clan and Genji's past. The details are a little blurry to her. But she's gone there for public events, too. ] so I'll make a detour sometime!
[ She realizes by now that they're probably running out of time, so she poses one last important question: ]
What kinda dessert does your family like? I'll bring some.
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[He's never brought anyone home. He knows his mother in particular despaired over that fact, worried he'd let his career steal his personal life away from him. Now? ...now they probably expect even less. Sending Hana to them -
he just - wants them to have Hana. So that, if anything happens, to her or to him -
he just wants Hana to have them.
The timer over the screen is in its last twenty ticks and he focuses on her face, hand almost moving to return the salute from simple training before he breaks into a grin.]
Keep this line open for me, Hana. I don't know when I'll be able to use it again - but I will. [He keeps his hands on his knees so he won't be tempted to reach for her again and ruin the mood they're both determined to leave each other on.] And keep streaming. Sometimes I can catch fragments of those. I'll see you soon.
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But she doesn't worry about that right now. Right now--
She doesn't know why her heart is racing at what he says--because it's clear that their time is running down to its last few seconds, the way he's talking. She has no explanation for why there's a twisting, aching feeling in her chest and for why all of a sudden she... doesn't want this. Doesn't want this to end. But it has to. It has to end because he's got to get back to defending the galaxy and she's got to finish her work so she can be up for whatever's next when the morning comes. She manages to keep her wits about her, still, and she gives an acknowledging hum, and finishes off her salute. ]
Good luck, Shiro. Take care of yourself. Go and be awesome.
you want to wrap us up?
and the screen goes black and silence fills the cockpit.
With a shaky exhale he tips his head back against the seat and closes his eyes.
After a long minute, one of his hands lifts to pat the side of the seat. Almost as if he's answering words that aren't there. Then he exhales again and straightens, opening his eyes and sitting forward. He opens a different channel.]
Thanks, Pidge. It worked great. Why don't you come on up? I've got something D.Va wanted to make sure you saw.
sure thing!
MEKA summons. D.Va's going to have to report to the base early in the morning. She heaves another sigh, but after that, her hands lift to scrub at her face, and she mutters to herself: ]
Okay, game face on! Time to get back to work, Hana. Shiro's counting on you.