Probably less convincing her, and more convincing you- can't miss how she jumped in like the old days for you. [He didn't doubt there was some long talks, and that Ana's mission was different from the one Jack had pointed himself on. Just had to compromise, and likely was more on 76 and Shrike.
Something had mended over the years in this place, because hell if Gabriel hadn't fully understood why Ana had done what she'd done. It was more having to understand what he'd done, why he was doing what he was doing.
That there was only revenge left for him, and he would have it. He'd put an end to Overwatch's sad story, never to let it be repeated again. Kept himself where he needed to be in order to do it.]
... Yeah. I basically got her animals and food. Tea. Things like that. [There were a lot of wood working tolls and other items that belonged to Morrison there. Hammock. Few other things like that. Things easy to carry and transport if he ever had to pick up and run to some safehouse or out in the woods.
Gabriel kept that unlabeled bottle in hand.]
I think it doesn't matter. I don't go that way when drunk, especially not if I'm going to get extremely drunk real fast. [What he was planning on doing, too. This wasn't to enjoy anything. This as to numb everything.] I just don't want to be alone right now, Jack.
I'm tired of it, tired of a lot right now.
[There was McCree up in one of the attic rooms, yes, but... This was a different sort of alone. Close as the cowboy was, it wasn't what Ana was. Or even what Jack himself had been.
Besides, the gunslinger was still picking himself up.]
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Date: 2019-08-08 08:10 pm (UTC)Something had mended over the years in this place, because hell if Gabriel hadn't fully understood why Ana had done what she'd done. It was more having to understand what he'd done, why he was doing what he was doing.
That there was only revenge left for him, and he would have it. He'd put an end to Overwatch's sad story, never to let it be repeated again. Kept himself where he needed to be in order to do it.]
... Yeah. I basically got her animals and food. Tea. Things like that. [There were a lot of wood working tolls and other items that belonged to Morrison there. Hammock. Few other things like that. Things easy to carry and transport if he ever had to pick up and run to some safehouse or out in the woods.
Gabriel kept that unlabeled bottle in hand.]
I think it doesn't matter. I don't go that way when drunk, especially not if I'm going to get extremely drunk real fast. [What he was planning on doing, too. This wasn't to enjoy anything. This as to numb everything.] I just don't want to be alone right now, Jack.
I'm tired of it, tired of a lot right now.
[There was McCree up in one of the attic rooms, yes, but... This was a different sort of alone. Close as the cowboy was, it wasn't what Ana was. Or even what Jack himself had been.
Besides, the gunslinger was still picking himself up.]