Dreams would always remain that way, something to talk about but never have. Maybe now he was regretting it somewhat, having realized that he had lost everything with the collapse of Overwatch. After all, what sort of Overwatch would be left when they would send snipers to take out the Commander and Strike Commander if they managed to make it out of the rubble? There had been no other bodies but enough people that could have made it out. No, he and Reyes had just lost everything except for each other. "And now it's all gone. All the dreams, all the aspirations, all the hopes we could make it work. Talon took us apart," he remarked glumly, resting his cheek on Gabe's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I would have supported you being a poet. Probably would have been safer than Overwatch anyway."
He nodded his head, missing home suddenly. The family farm. The simplicity of working the land honestly. He could only take it here and there for a few weeks and then he'd go mad with how limiting that life was, how little information came, how people were stuck in the old ways. He still missed it now, feeling quiet and alone aside from Gabriel.
"You get first dibs on the tub then," he agreed because he wasn't so certain that he would be able to settle quite so quickly. A quick wipe down to remove the horrifying experience of crawling out of a collapsed building, over the bodies of comrades and then being shot in the shoulder... he was going to need to watch a couple of sunrises at this point. "Maybe it's time we took her advice. After all of this, it would be pathetic to die from infection and our wounds coming open."
Talon suddenly seemed a whole lot bigger from the bottom where they were currently sitting, not resources to back them up. He figured that once they healed up a bit, he would reach out to his contacts, get a lay of the land and come out of hiding. He assumed that option would still be available to him, and with his position, he could protect Reyes, let him have room to maneuver in the quiet shadows and look for weaknesses in Talon. "I'll reach out to some friends when we are more on our feet. We'll get to the bottom of Talon."
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Date: 2019-06-19 06:03 pm (UTC)He nodded his head, missing home suddenly. The family farm. The simplicity of working the land honestly. He could only take it here and there for a few weeks and then he'd go mad with how limiting that life was, how little information came, how people were stuck in the old ways. He still missed it now, feeling quiet and alone aside from Gabriel.
"You get first dibs on the tub then," he agreed because he wasn't so certain that he would be able to settle quite so quickly. A quick wipe down to remove the horrifying experience of crawling out of a collapsed building, over the bodies of comrades and then being shot in the shoulder... he was going to need to watch a couple of sunrises at this point. "Maybe it's time we took her advice. After all of this, it would be pathetic to die from infection and our wounds coming open."
Talon suddenly seemed a whole lot bigger from the bottom where they were currently sitting, not resources to back them up. He figured that once they healed up a bit, he would reach out to his contacts, get a lay of the land and come out of hiding. He assumed that option would still be available to him, and with his position, he could protect Reyes, let him have room to maneuver in the quiet shadows and look for weaknesses in Talon. "I'll reach out to some friends when we are more on our feet. We'll get to the bottom of Talon."