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[rendezvousaveclamort]

@mcrciful

This was something she had been dreading - no - had been terrified of since the day she woke up strapped to that medical bed in Angela's med bay.

Ana.

Her friend, her confidant, her mother.

For year she thought she had killed her. Orphaned her little girl and left her there to be raised by the Overwatch family. Undoubtedly Jack and Gabe had done a good job. She heard stories about Pharah. She had ran across her in battle as well.

Yet now, she stood there, unable to make a quick exit before the other noticed her. They were feet apart from each other, Amelie with a cup of coffee in her hand, the common area way too small and too empty for a diversion or quick retreat. It was time to face another one of her sins.

At least Gerard was dead. She didn't have to look him in the eye and face him. But Ana? Oh no. This was different. Her actions impacted the life of so many, of innocents. What could have caused Ana to stay away from her own child? Amelie had known for a while she was not dead. She had their files. Jack, Ana, both of them ghosts for what was worth, but Talon knew differently.

"I..."

Words failed her. No matter how many times she replayed this scenario in her head, she never thought she would be ready. Hell. She was not.

[theyoungdragon]

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“I betrayed my kin,” he utters, not meeting her eye as he nocked another arrow, taking aim. A test, to see just how skillful he was, now that he had surrendered and joined Blackwatch, clad in a brand new uniform and hair properly trimmed, only just reaching his jaw in length. “Left behind my brother, killed men who looked up to me..”

Pulling back the bowstring, there is an incredible build up of tension in his arm, enough to make it quiver lightly as he continues. “Nothing but my death will reclaim my honour.” Taking aim at the target, Hanzo soon released the arrow, hitting his previous arrow and making it split, resulting into a large crack in the target.

[rcsemallow]

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It was both a good and bad habit to go to the art gallery and look at all the pieces that were displayed. In a way, they made her want to work towards getting better so her own art could be shown at galleries. However, they also discouraged her in some ways, making her feel her art would never get to that level. There had been small whispers in the gallery about the artist of a couple pieces was there, which helped catch Rae’s curiosity. She took advantage of seeing someone talking to the man who had to be the artist, deciding to make her way over once that person left. “Hi!” Mirae smiled at the man, glancing towards the wall and back to him. “Aarav Jani, right? You made these?” She pointed a bit to the wall of art. “They’re all really nice. Especially the color scheme on the middle one.” She mused, just before realizing she hadn’t introduced herself. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I’m Mirae. I just tend to come here a lot.”