[He's happy to accept the embrace. More than happy. It's been too long. Far too long. Especially from her. When he'd seen Ana previously, it had been brief. Not face to face, save for the first time.]
[It's not a long embrace, but it's emphatic. Tight. He lets her slip away, sitting across from her like no time at all has passed since last they saw one another. Though their matching eye injuries say otherwise.]
Ahhh, I see. That happens sometimes. Do not worry too much for it. If anyone will hold it against you, they are in the wrong.
[On that, at least, he's utterly sure. Before he nods, sobering.]
( Though it isn't this that Ana is concerned that anyone will hold her against but rather what she'd done, or said before. Truthfully they should still hold her accountable -- having the memories taken from her isn't an excuse when she still did it, and would do it again )
Perhaps you can remind me of a few things. Things that you enjoy, or do here. Things I may also.
( He's already given her one in this lovely little shop, and given that Reinhardt had said that he did like it here she'd like to hear more about it )
[Like Fareeha. Though he can't blame her. Ana is her family, her mother. This is far more personal for her than it is for him. Even if he can forgive, it may be that she can't yet.]
[He nods, but gestures to the table.]
Could I buy you some tea first? For old time's sake?
[It's always good to see her. No matter the circumstances.]
[He stands again, and heads off to collect her some tea. As asked. And also to figure out what it is they should say to each other. What they need to say. And what he needs to know.]
[If she's willing to tell him.]
[When he returns, it's delicately carrying an honest-to-god teapot in one hand, balancing cups in the other.]
They will send the food soon. And sugar. And milk. The cups were too small for my hands, alas!
( There's a smile when he returns, the promise of tea close, and Ana gives another nod. She hadn't thought of it but food would be nice )
Then it will give us a few moments to catch up.
( She's extracting the cups from his hands, placing one before each of them )
Thank you for meeting me.
( She knows enough about the situation to know that he would have been affected by the revelation too, and guess that the secret would have hurt him. That he's met her still means something to her )
[He nods, easing himself back into the chair. Big hands curling as delicately as possible around the little cup. Dwarfing it.]
[There hadn't been a chance to talk more in-depth with Ana, when last he'd seen her. He hadn't been able to ask her what he'd wanted to know. Needed to know.]
It is nothing -- we have needed to speak to each other, haven't we?
[Why did she leave? Why didn't she ever try to contact them? Had she known about Jack? -- All those questions he wants to ask, but refrains, for the moment.]
[He's quiet again. For a while longer. Carefully picking his words. He doesn't want this to be accusatory. After the whole... Jack... debacle, he's just tired of this. All of the secrets.]
[Tired of being angry with people he cares for.]
... I wonder. If you would ever tell me why it was you hid from us for so long.
( But she will give it -- he deserves it. Ana keeps her gaze on him, putting her tea cup down to rest her hands on her lap, a few seconds of silence to decide just how to try and explain it. Jack had already asked her the same question, though with him she'd hardly needed an explanation )
After I had been injured I felt many things, none of them so pleasant. I was upset -- angry and disappointed. And guilty.
( There's another pause, just another few seconds )
I had not been able to act, and it had cost the lives of my soldiers -- my family. I had been unable to protect them, and I could not live with that.
( So she could not live at all, not around those who would not blame her or would try to placate her. Ana could not have stood it, not then. But it wasn't also her hurt over her family that had caused it but her shame for herself, and the pain. It was more than just an injury )
I knew that it would hurt those that cared for me but it was what I needed to do. If you thought I was dead, never knowing the truth...
( But, even without being here, she'd changed that. Ana had healed enough and she'd sought Jack out, even sending Fareeha a letter. She'd been prepared to face this particular music )
[He wants to say that he's sorry that it happened, he's sorry she feels that way, felt that way. To tell her it's not her fault. But...]
[But something in her tone, in her face, keeps him from speaking it. For once, he's quiet. For once he lets himself think over these answers before saying anything at all. His hand moves, across the table to rest near her.]
It hurt.
[Might as well be honest with her. If she's giving the same.]
Thank you, Ana. For telling me these things. [He lifts his eye from where he'd been studying the table.] It hurt. I am... disappointed we have broken like this. All of us.
[And then he blows out a breath, shaking his head.]
I am very tired of being angry with my friends, Ana.
( Her gaze doesn't waver, and Ana can guess at the inwards battle of his words with how silent Reinhardt stays, and she's grateful that he doesn't lead with his first instinct )
As am I. There is much that could have been different.
( Ana knows this, or at least has the smallest doubt in the back of her mind. If she hadn't been taken out it wouldn't have been quite so easy for Jack and Gabriel to be broken apart, and for Overwatch to have been so thoroughly ruined. If she had stayed, sought out her friend's help instead of hiding--
There was little point in what ifs or dwelling on the past. She could not change it, perhaps only regret.
Instead, with Reinhardt's own honesty on the table, Ana changes the focus to him, bringing a hand up to rest on his )
I would like to change that. I understand what I did, but I can only now move forward from it.
( From their differences then, and their differences over Jack's secret. The latter she has no memory of, and little she can say on it. She can try, she can guess at how she felt and even give a damn good reason as to why she may have done it, but she also cannot change that it has happened )
[So very much that could have been different. So many other ways they could have solved it. They could have all been more honest with each other. Could have spoken about things, acted more like friends than just colleagues, in the end.]
[There are so many could haves.]
[It's so tiring, dwelling on them. Being angry over them. Angry at Jack, enraged at Reyes, upset over Ana. Reinhardt isn't one to bother anyone else with his baggage, such as it is, but for once, he just feels... old. Like too much has happened to keep pushing forward.]
[If he could not trust old friends to be truthful...?]
And I do not enjoy upsetting you with my anger, my friend.
[There's a slight uptick of the corner of his mouth there. His other hand covering hers.] I have work to do. With the two of you.
( His pain hurts her, but it only spurs a drive to see an end to it -- to fix the hole in his heart. She'll be his friend again, and perhaps try to patch one of the other relationships. She's become a meddler in her old age, what can she say? )
But I would be glad to have you by my side again. ( It was something they would not have done at home, if only to save Reinhardt and the others from risking themselves as vigilantes ) I don't doubt that there are ways we can be useful here.
[He never did ever figure out how to lie. Or otherwise hide the truth. His sincerity is as true as ever. And maybe that's why he's taken all of this so hard. Why can't everyone be truthful with those they'd counted friends?]
[Why was it necessary to hide for so long?]
It would be a lie to say I would feel different. I have missed you.
[And he would, in turn, argue he had never needed anyone's protection. An argument he's already had.]
[He falls quiet, for a while. He'd missed her, too. Missed their odd sort of family. Even though nothing can repair it. Not even her and Jack actually being alive.]
[They have time, here. Time to make things right, maybe.]
... You know I kept the armor, yes? I refused to give it up.
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[It's not a long embrace, but it's emphatic. Tight. He lets her slip away, sitting across from her like no time at all has passed since last they saw one another. Though their matching eye injuries say otherwise.]
Ahhh, I see. That happens sometimes. Do not worry too much for it. If anyone will hold it against you, they are in the wrong.
[On that, at least, he's utterly sure. Before he nods, sobering.]
And what would you want to speak of, my friend?
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( Though it isn't this that Ana is concerned that anyone will hold her against but rather what she'd done, or said before. Truthfully they should still hold her accountable -- having the memories taken from her isn't an excuse when she still did it, and would do it again )
Perhaps you can remind me of a few things. Things that you enjoy, or do here. Things I may also.
( He's already given her one in this lovely little shop, and given that Reinhardt had said that he did like it here she'd like to hear more about it )
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[Like Fareeha. Though he can't blame her. Ana is her family, her mother. This is far more personal for her than it is for him. Even if he can forgive, it may be that she can't yet.]
[He nods, but gestures to the table.]
Could I buy you some tea first? For old time's sake?
[It's always good to see her. No matter the circumstances.]
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That would be rather nice.
( And exactly why they'd chosen to meet here )
Hopefully it is up to scratch.
( Alien planets, who knows )
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[He stands again, and heads off to collect her some tea. As asked. And also to figure out what it is they should say to each other. What they need to say. And what he needs to know.]
[If she's willing to tell him.]
[When he returns, it's delicately carrying an honest-to-god teapot in one hand, balancing cups in the other.]
They will send the food soon. And sugar. And milk. The cups were too small for my hands, alas!
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Then it will give us a few moments to catch up.
( She's extracting the cups from his hands, placing one before each of them )
Thank you for meeting me.
( She knows enough about the situation to know that he would have been affected by the revelation too, and guess that the secret would have hurt him. That he's met her still means something to her )
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[There hadn't been a chance to talk more in-depth with Ana, when last he'd seen her. He hadn't been able to ask her what he'd wanted to know. Needed to know.]
It is nothing -- we have needed to speak to each other, haven't we?
[Why did she leave? Why didn't she ever try to contact them? Had she known about Jack? -- All those questions he wants to ask, but refrains, for the moment.]
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What would you ask?
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[Tired of being angry with people he cares for.]
... I wonder. If you would ever tell me why it was you hid from us for so long.
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( But she will give it -- he deserves it. Ana keeps her gaze on him, putting her tea cup down to rest her hands on her lap, a few seconds of silence to decide just how to try and explain it. Jack had already asked her the same question, though with him she'd hardly needed an explanation )
After I had been injured I felt many things, none of them so pleasant. I was upset -- angry and disappointed. And guilty.
( There's another pause, just another few seconds )
I had not been able to act, and it had cost the lives of my soldiers -- my family. I had been unable to protect them, and I could not live with that.
( So she could not live at all, not around those who would not blame her or would try to placate her. Ana could not have stood it, not then. But it wasn't also her hurt over her family that had caused it but her shame for herself, and the pain. It was more than just an injury )
I knew that it would hurt those that cared for me but it was what I needed to do. If you thought I was dead, never knowing the truth...
( But, even without being here, she'd changed that. Ana had healed enough and she'd sought Jack out, even sending Fareeha a letter. She'd been prepared to face this particular music )
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[But something in her tone, in her face, keeps him from speaking it. For once, he's quiet. For once he lets himself think over these answers before saying anything at all. His hand moves, across the table to rest near her.]
It hurt.
[Might as well be honest with her. If she's giving the same.]
Thank you, Ana. For telling me these things. [He lifts his eye from where he'd been studying the table.] It hurt. I am... disappointed we have broken like this. All of us.
[And then he blows out a breath, shaking his head.]
I am very tired of being angry with my friends, Ana.
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As am I. There is much that could have been different.
( Ana knows this, or at least has the smallest doubt in the back of her mind. If she hadn't been taken out it wouldn't have been quite so easy for Jack and Gabriel to be broken apart, and for Overwatch to have been so thoroughly ruined. If she had stayed, sought out her friend's help instead of hiding--
There was little point in what ifs or dwelling on the past. She could not change it, perhaps only regret.
Instead, with Reinhardt's own honesty on the table, Ana changes the focus to him, bringing a hand up to rest on his )
I would like to change that. I understand what I did, but I can only now move forward from it.
( From their differences then, and their differences over Jack's secret. The latter she has no memory of, and little she can say on it. She can try, she can guess at how she felt and even give a damn good reason as to why she may have done it, but she also cannot change that it has happened )
I do not like seeing you angry, Reinhardt.
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[There are so many could haves.]
[It's so tiring, dwelling on them. Being angry over them. Angry at Jack, enraged at Reyes, upset over Ana. Reinhardt isn't one to bother anyone else with his baggage, such as it is, but for once, he just feels... old. Like too much has happened to keep pushing forward.]
[If he could not trust old friends to be truthful...?]
And I do not enjoy upsetting you with my anger, my friend.
[There's a slight uptick of the corner of his mouth there. His other hand covering hers.] I have work to do. With the two of you.
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( His pain hurts her, but it only spurs a drive to see an end to it -- to fix the hole in his heart. She'll be his friend again, and perhaps try to patch one of the other relationships. She's become a meddler in her old age, what can she say? )
But I would be glad to have you by my side again. ( It was something they would not have done at home, if only to save Reinhardt and the others from risking themselves as vigilantes ) I don't doubt that there are ways we can be useful here.
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[He never did ever figure out how to lie. Or otherwise hide the truth. His sincerity is as true as ever. And maybe that's why he's taken all of this so hard. Why can't everyone be truthful with those they'd counted friends?]
[Why was it necessary to hide for so long?]
It would be a lie to say I would feel different. I have missed you.
[And he would, in turn, argue he had never needed anyone's protection. An argument he's already had.]
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( Yes, Ana knows that's on her but the sentiment is still the same. She missed him dearly over the years )
It doesn't need to be now. We have a lot of time to make up for that.
( And for her to hear all of the wonderful stories of what she's missed )
I'd like to hear what you've done, where you've been.
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[They have time, here. Time to make things right, maybe.]
... You know I kept the armor, yes? I refused to give it up.
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( It was also hard to miss hearing about such a knight defending Europe )
They were no doubt glad of your efforts, those that you saved.
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[He looks down at his hands, at the little cup untouched.]
... Jack is of the mind that I have done nothing. Helped nothing.
[Maybe that's why he'd been so much angrier with him than Ana, now. That insinuation.]
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Helped others? Yes. You have kept people safe -- protected them.
( As he always had, but it was not only others that needed protecting )
But there is also protecting yourself. Fighting still, and alone -- you are in danger, and perhaps trouble.
( And it's what she worries about when she hears stories. There are worse things than dying )