Mei found herself genuinely smiling for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Angela’s touch was always gentle, always kind and sincere. Mei felt safe around the good doctor. She was the one who insisted on being so prominent in the recently revived Climatologist’s rehabilitation. It was slow going, but at least it WAS going.
“It all seems like a nightmare now, you know? But…” The nightmare had taken casualties. “Ah-, in any case. It is good to see you are still fighting the good fight!”
Concern appeared on Angela’s features, her free hand brushed blonde locks from her face so it would no longer hide part of her eye, giving Mei her full attention. The older woman could not empathize with Mei, but she could sympathize with her. She’d read the files, heard of the woman’s plight firsthand, and now she was trying to help her. It was slow goings, but that was completely understandable. Angela had nothing but patience--especially for an old acquaintance like Mei.
“I just vish I could do more, make zhe pain even less.” She lamented, but there was only so much she could do with the amount of time that had passed. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “Ah, yes. Zhe good fight.” She still ultimately did not completely align with Overwatch’s goals, but she was loyal to a cause that had introduced her to others she cared about, she couldn’t abandon it, not after all Jack had done for it. “Zhe fight vill be much easier now zhat you have joined us.” It was...both a relief and a source of pain to see a familiar face join Overwatch once more. Would Mei be another life claimed under their aims of supposed ‘peace’? The doctor’s smile became less genuine, a bit more forced as she thought of that. No. She couldn’t let another friend fall. “Just...be careful, okay?” Her voice was softer, concern encroaching on the edges of her attempt at being professional and yet there for her all the while.
