blckwtchd :// the reaper.
ONCE MY PEOPLE TOO ? the ones he killed are not his people and they never were ; lies and deceit masked with faux smiles and woven tales , digging and burrowing and infesting the core of the organisation that you defend . ( TELL ME , ATHENA ; CAN YOU SEE THE HORRORS HUMANITY CREATES ? WHAT SHE MADE OF ME ? WHAT THEY PUT ME AND 99 OTHERS THROUGH ? ) to him , he has done a service for her ; but as any goddess loves humanity , perhaps she doesn’t see it in that light . as far as the reaper is aware — those he killed deserved to burn .
HE HARBOURS ANGER ONLY BECAUSE NOBODY WANTED TO FACE THE TRUTH , THE MUSIC . overwatch was bound for corruption and people like jack , ana , and athena let that happen , watched as the organisation meant to be a beacon in the dark , a saving grace , collapse to corrupted hands and ambitious enemies . he had to force the disbanding . he technically even DIED for a fresh start , only to be brought back from the grave , cells regenerating as fast as they would deteriorate , leaving him unstable and bitter and frustrated . ( BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE THINKING OF THE WHAT IFS . )
SHE WANTS HIM TO LISTEN . claws reach forth to grip her , snarl deep and animalistic , the true persona of reaper ; brutal and efficient , uncaring and calculating , as cold as the touch of his skin , the hollow stare in his once bright hazel eyes . does he give her the benefit of the doubt , leaving him open to surprise , breaking the persona ? can he really listen to her words now ? his claws are sharp and his teeth are clenched , his brows furrowed and his jaw tense , other hand with shotgun in tow hovering at his side . does he trust himself ?
“ … YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME . you want me to listen to you ? why ? ” do you think you can ask him why he does this ? why he kills his former colleagues , makes attempts on the people he once called friends ? ( WITH SUCH INFORMATION , YOU’LL JEOPARDISE EVERYTHING HE IS WORKING TOWARDS ; HE CAN’T RISK THAT . )
pallas athena, PROTECTOR of soldiers, mother of war — you stand before a MONSTER now, and his claws sink deep into your skin. though you are metal and stardust, the product of your father’s mind, you are still mortal in this hollow shell. one wrong move, and you will be returned to your tomb. only, then, would a dead man be able to bring you home. but you can prevent that from happening. you, alone, can reach the man you once served.
little hands, trembling fingers that have never once held a gun, reach for the reaper’s wrists. she does not fight him, does not try to remove his grip from her person, but instead CLINGS to leather armor and icy flesh. she is the savior of fighters, and this man ... this LAZARUS, he is one of hers. he will always be one of hers. and she will not allow him to forget that. she will not allow him to murder anymore innocent individuals.
( pick your words carefully, goddess, lest they be your last. )
“you know my purpose, commander.” pain is foreign to the goddess; an experiencing she has been fortunate enough to only endure once or twice before now. judging by the heat swelling in the gunshot wound and the pressure beneath his hands, it is not something would like to go through again. but she will remain. athena ALWAYS remains, until the last soldier is brought home. “you were one of mine. i fought to keep you safe. i MOURNED you. i never wanted to see you like this. i cared about you then, and i care about you now.”
"i cannot and will not purposely hurt you. do you truly HATE US so much, that you would hunt us down in cold blood? what did we do, commander? what can i do to make this RIGHT?” a goddess, staring up not as a savior, not a protector, but as his friend. an old ally. a woman looking for answers, despite the violence. “all you have to do is talk to me, sir.”
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