A peaceful escape, is it. I may have to try one of those sometime. [ Admitted with a laugh, spoken as if she'd never known such a thing; certainly in her recent years they had been nonexistent, which had dragged on long enough to feel as though it were closer to the truth. Switzerland tended towards cold and clean as well; yet Switzerland is far more painful to return to. There were too many painful memories still lingering there. The touch of homesickness leaves her squeezing him a little tighter, resting against him a little heavier. ] It will always be waiting for you. I know we'll make it back home soon enough, Genji.
I'm sure I saw it. It may have been just a glimpse, but he has his honor. That's plain to see. Yet there's more holding him upright than that. I only hope that it won't take nearly so much time for you both.
[ Angela has never thought of Genji as her "creation". Her patient, her friend, her comrade— her family. All of these and more, but never her creation. Far more had gone into Genji's life and shaped his mind and body well before she had laid hands on him. She had invested countless hours, days in him, staying at his bedside after the surgery and each subsequent tuning to be as grounding a presence as possible, to soothe him when he'd needed soothing even if he often wouldn't have it; but that was building a relationship, not building a "thing". She will never claim any ownership over him. Genji was his own person. She'd only ensured that he lived to continue on as such. The way that Overwatch had done him was dirty, and it still brought shame to her this day to have been a part of it, but there was nothing to be done about the past. She'd saved a man's life and had dealt with the technology held over his head to do so. Angela Ziegler was as much to blame for allowing it to go down as it had.
The news that 76 hadn't harmed Genji was a relief even if she's still cross. ]
I'm inclined to agree; the second I saw Reinhardt come through the Ingress, I haven't felt relief wash over me so violently in a very, very long time. [ The only thing her mind brings to the forefront, really, is her early successes with her nanomites and the first few missions she'd had to sit and wait for in Overwatch, unable to do anything but hope and pray for everyone's safe return. ] I think it best we give the man his space, but I am always an advocate for extending a friendly hand. We'll see what happens moving forward.
[ Finally, finally, she'll ease off of him, looking a little sheepish if endlessly thankful at once as her arms slide from about his neck to rest her hands on his shoulders, still staying in the circle of his arms. ]
I must smell terrible! And here I've simply been hanging off of you instead of letting you inside; what was it you were coming to do?
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I'm sure I saw it. It may have been just a glimpse, but he has his honor. That's plain to see. Yet there's more holding him upright than that. I only hope that it won't take nearly so much time for you both.
[ Angela has never thought of Genji as her "creation". Her patient, her friend, her comrade— her family. All of these and more, but never her creation. Far more had gone into Genji's life and shaped his mind and body well before she had laid hands on him. She had invested countless hours, days in him, staying at his bedside after the surgery and each subsequent tuning to be as grounding a presence as possible, to soothe him when he'd needed soothing even if he often wouldn't have it; but that was building a relationship, not building a "thing". She will never claim any ownership over him. Genji was his own person. She'd only ensured that he lived to continue on as such. The way that Overwatch had done him was dirty, and it still brought shame to her this day to have been a part of it, but there was nothing to be done about the past. She'd saved a man's life and had dealt with the technology held over his head to do so. Angela Ziegler was as much to blame for allowing it to go down as it had.
The news that 76 hadn't harmed Genji was a relief even if she's still cross. ]
I'm inclined to agree; the second I saw Reinhardt come through the Ingress, I haven't felt relief wash over me so violently in a very, very long time. [ The only thing her mind brings to the forefront, really, is her early successes with her nanomites and the first few missions she'd had to sit and wait for in Overwatch, unable to do anything but hope and pray for everyone's safe return. ] I think it best we give the man his space, but I am always an advocate for extending a friendly hand. We'll see what happens moving forward.
[ Finally, finally, she'll ease off of him, looking a little sheepish if endlessly thankful at once as her arms slide from about his neck to rest her hands on his shoulders, still staying in the circle of his arms. ]
I must smell terrible! And here I've simply been hanging off of you instead of letting you inside; what was it you were coming to do?