26, 27, 35 for Blackwatch Reyes!
⇲ INTERVIEW MY OC ABOUT QUESTIONS THAT HAS NO EASY ANSWER.▪
26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?
Gabriel’s arches one brow, the other furrowed slightly. “Of course not,” he answers fairly quick, sounding almost slightly offended by the suggestion of it. He’s a soldier, after all, and it was a life he chose for himself. To fight not just for duty but for a cause, for their damn survival. Lately though, he supposes any concept of his ‘personal happiness’ has become a little more lost to him… Missions are becoming more… plentiful, and the hours are long. He’s always been dedicated; measuring his success by jobs well done. But as the world changed around him, around Overwatch… was it so awful to want something more?
That was only such a small part of everything weighing on his mind lately, however, and the most personal by far. Everything else was… work. He folds his arms and looks away, a hint of an underlying irritation souring his expression. Finally, just a little, he concedes. “Still doesn’t hurt to remember to put yourself first sometimes, though.” Human nature, a more cynical part of him remarked internally. A part he wasn’t proud of, one that kept getting worse with every long night.
27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?
“Dreams and ideals?” He scoffs, looking outright derisive in his acerbic amusement. There’s a short, breathy laugh as he shakes his head, but then the distaste for the topic settles, and his expression returns to neutrality with a shrug. A lot of that shit’s been muddied over since the end of the war, and only further bloodied by Blackwatch’s work. He sees it, the faint outline of how things really are, the puppeteer strings in the dark, but nailing anything down without concrete evidence is… hard, infuriating.
Thing is, he knows he should rely more on the others. He knows he should go to Morrison and tell him these things, but he’d be damned if his pride would let him. Sometimes he tells himself it’s more than pettiness, that he wants to protect them, that the more people who knew, the more dangerous things would get, but it doesn’t change what’s happening. Doesn’t change the fact he’s stewing in a whirlwind of impatience, bitterness, and frustration that are drowning ‘him’ out. So far as what Gabriel Reyes’ dreams and ideals are - or were - he hasn’t got an answer for that anymore, not a clear, easy one at least. Instead there’s just the mission.
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” his voice is practically a growl, like a predator with its eyes on the mark. If he can keep the casualties to a minimum, that would be ideal, but he’s not so disillusioned by stars in his eyes -or flashing cameras- to think everyone would make it out alive. As for himself, he was prepared to do whatever it took… and to shoulder the inevitable consequences.
35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?
“Don’t really see it as one way or the other. Bit of both, if you ask me.” He shrugs, looking mostly disinterested. “Lots of folks tend to start following mob mentality. Feels safe, I guess. Others prefer to break the mold, but plenty of cynics out there will tell you originality is dead.”
As for him? He likes to watch people, likes to see the way they change in any given situation. Not just their given reaction, but the things they don’t think anyone sees; the furrowed brow of split-second hesitation, the twitch at the corner of the lip, or the brief curling of fingers into loose fists before self-control and awareness return. There are plenty of times different people will fall into the same patterns as others before them, but there are just as often any number of varying details. No two people’s experiences are ever completely the same in his book.
“Me though? I’d say I’m a bit of both, too.” It’s as much as he’s willing to say on the subject. There are plenty of ways he ‘categorizes’ into different molds or stereotypes; he’s a damn soldier for one thing, and there’s not a lot of room for self-expression in the field. Deep down though, he knows he’s still got a soul all his own… at least he used to. Sometimes when work runs long and the nights stretch, it gets a little hard to tell.
