[ Angela struggles with many of the same issues; she doesn't take to being idle well at all and she knows Jack is much the same, so she won't hesitate to ask him for assistance on any one task or another— it will help keep him busy and keep him afloat, and he can always just say "no" or "another time".

She'll get those feelings from him one at a time, as they progress, but for now... For now, it's only been a few days and she doesn't want to overwhelm him or cause him to retreat. It can wait. Usually someone admitting to keeping tabs on someone else would be an uneasy sort of feeling, but Angela only smiles and shakes her head, a silent of course sort of response. Yet he invites her to continue all the same, and she hugs his arm to her side once more. ]

I should have figured as much, really. My "retirement" came in the form of war relief efforts, which of course was readily available on the news. Applying my technology to fatal wounds or fresh damage, reconstructional surgery, advances in cybernetics and prosthetics allowing me to help restore people's functionality. Give them back their lives. It sent me all over the world again, but it hadn't been the same.

I was only able to keep in touch with a few of the other agents. Genji in particular— we exchanged letters. It was more difficult to track that way, since intermingling was so highly discouraged. I missed everyone terribly. I missed you. I've never felt I made as much of a difference on the world as I did in Overwatch. That's silly, isn't it? Giving people back their sight, their ability to walk— yet not being the same.