[ For some reason, Chloe’s fervent defense of Reaper hits harder than it should. Is it just the misplaced hope for a man long gone? Or does it remind him a little too much of himself, when he was young and had placed his trust on the one person who had truly earned it?
Jesse’s hands grip the armrests, fingers digging into the old upholstery. He doesn’t have words for what he’s feeling, this mix of regret and anger and sadness. Guilt. ]
Gabriel Reyes didn’t always follow the rules, but he did what he had to do for the best possible outcome. He wanted to help people same as anybody else in Overwatch. He had his own methods, but they didn’t involve killing kids or shooting people for cash.
[ He had never lost his moral compass, skewed as it might have seemed from the outside. Not until the end. Again, like at the party, it’s as if a shutter closes over Jesse’s expression. Not quite angry, not quite blank, but not genuine. Controlled. ]
You know what Reaper does, back in our world? He hunts down the men and women who used to work in Overwatch. The ones who worked with Gabe. And when he’s not doing that? He freelances for terrorists. Gabe would’ve looked at a thing like Reaper and shot it dead himself. There’s no way he’d become that.
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[ For some reason, Chloe’s fervent defense of Reaper hits harder than it should. Is it just the misplaced hope for a man long gone? Or does it remind him a little too much of himself, when he was young and had placed his trust on the one person who had truly earned it?
Jesse’s hands grip the armrests, fingers digging into the old upholstery. He doesn’t have words for what he’s feeling, this mix of regret and anger and sadness. Guilt. ]
Gabriel Reyes didn’t always follow the rules, but he did what he had to do for the best possible outcome. He wanted to help people same as anybody else in Overwatch. He had his own methods, but they didn’t involve killing kids or shooting people for cash.
[ He had never lost his moral compass, skewed as it might have seemed from the outside. Not until the end. Again, like at the party, it’s as if a shutter closes over Jesse’s expression. Not quite angry, not quite blank, but not genuine. Controlled. ]
You know what Reaper does, back in our world? He hunts down the men and women who used to work in Overwatch. The ones who worked with Gabe. And when he’s not doing that? He freelances for terrorists. Gabe would’ve looked at a thing like Reaper and shot it dead himself. There’s no way he’d become that.