[One of the many hard lessons Genji had learned under Zenyatta's care had been that his pain was, ultimately, of his own doing. It had never been Angela's responsibility to care for him beyond what she had done to save his life and any anger he blamed her for while he'd been adrift within himself was sorely misplaced. It was a slight he'd apologized for in his letters and one he hopes she understands was sincere.
The look she gives him along with the stress on the legality of her work is met with a tilt of his head. He hadn't meant to imply that he thought she would go back; if anything, he worried that she might have been scrutinized by association, regardless of her plans. If they thought she was a liability, would they remove her? He had to know for himself that she was safe.]
The only good intentions Blackwatch had were fronts to absolve the ones writing the reports at the end of the day. [There's no small amount of wryness in his voice as he reaches up and carefully unclips his mask, setting it aside on the table. In the past, he'd seen himself as a frightening creature, a ruined man. Now, his scars were simply a part of him that he'd had to learn to accept, reminders of his past. He might have been self-conscious in front of Angela, but there's a comfort in knowing that she'd seen him in a far worse condition.
He takes a sip of his tea and draws in a slow breath, pausing to appreciate the warmth that seeps through what's left of his body.]
I haven't decided what to do. I wanted to see you first.
[He looks at her when he says it, her face all the more lovely without the visor's filter.]
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Date: 2018-02-20 01:13 am (UTC)The look she gives him along with the stress on the legality of her work is met with a tilt of his head. He hadn't meant to imply that he thought she would go back; if anything, he worried that she might have been scrutinized by association, regardless of her plans. If they thought she was a liability, would they remove her? He had to know for himself that she was safe.]
The only good intentions Blackwatch had were fronts to absolve the ones writing the reports at the end of the day. [There's no small amount of wryness in his voice as he reaches up and carefully unclips his mask, setting it aside on the table. In the past, he'd seen himself as a frightening creature, a ruined man. Now, his scars were simply a part of him that he'd had to learn to accept, reminders of his past. He might have been self-conscious in front of Angela, but there's a comfort in knowing that she'd seen him in a far worse condition.
He takes a sip of his tea and draws in a slow breath, pausing to appreciate the warmth that seeps through what's left of his body.]
I haven't decided what to do. I wanted to see you first.
[He looks at her when he says it, her face all the more lovely without the visor's filter.]