The red tape continued to build, continue to limit their effectiveness and then the proposed PETRAS act... it was like the world had turned its back on Overwatch. Now the organization would die a martyr rather than an group of people who had stopped the Omnic Crisis and allowed for a long time of peace and prosperity. Unfortunately, peace wasn't profitable. So their ability to do their job had been locked up.
Now look at it all. Jack wasn't a man who cried, but he felt tears stinging at his eyes as an aerial view of the damage was shown, of the dotted lines of people at the edge of the torn up building and their emergency lights making how large the devastation was even more of a reality.
"You should eat something then. You need your strength," he murmured, forcing his mind off of the fall of Overwatch and their plight of being on the run for the time being and more on Gabriel who hadn't had much to eat or drink and needed to heal lungs especially if they were to make any real break tomorrow. "We always thought there was a conspiracy."
No proof though. Whoever they all were, they were good at covering their tracks.
He lifted his head at the breaking news, peering at the holovid screen and felt an twinge of relief that Angela was there. She would save as many as she could. It was what she did, but she looked worn with grief and exhaustion already. Why were they interviewing her? She should be in the rubble.
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Date: 2019-07-04 03:29 am (UTC)Now look at it all. Jack wasn't a man who cried, but he felt tears stinging at his eyes as an aerial view of the damage was shown, of the dotted lines of people at the edge of the torn up building and their emergency lights making how large the devastation was even more of a reality.
"You should eat something then. You need your strength," he murmured, forcing his mind off of the fall of Overwatch and their plight of being on the run for the time being and more on Gabriel who hadn't had much to eat or drink and needed to heal lungs especially if they were to make any real break tomorrow. "We always thought there was a conspiracy."
No proof though. Whoever they all were, they were good at covering their tracks.
He lifted his head at the breaking news, peering at the holovid screen and felt an twinge of relief that Angela was there. She would save as many as she could. It was what she did, but she looked worn with grief and exhaustion already. Why were they interviewing her? She should be in the rubble.