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[The video feed opens on a tattooed face with a serious expression. Fareeha is here for business; it hadn't taken her long to agree to the Legionnaire's Oath, given the dire situation and her own desire to help where she could.]

Fareeha Amari reporting in. I would appreciate an internal summary from the front lines, if anyone is willing and able. As well if anyone has any questions about my training or previous experience, please do not hesitate to ask.

Action - later

After hearing from America that Reinhardt was here and in the medical wing, she makes it a priority to go check in on him and announce her own arrival. Sadly, when she arrives, she'll not find him there - or likely to be anywhere.

Feel free to catch her anywhere between the living quarters and medical.

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This is arguably the hard part, and Jack takes a moment to prepare himself for this discussion, sighing a little and dragging his hand across his face, scrubbing at his chin.

“Reyes is alive.”

Sort of. From what Jack understands, he is functionally dead, but was somehow reanimated into his current state. He doesn’t expect to ever get a straight answer about it, and he can already see Fareeha getting angry. It’s a simple explanation to accept—that Reyes was directly responsible for the fall of Overwatch, but it all goes much deeper than that.

“But I don’t think he intended to blow himself up, too.”

She crosses her arms, closes her eyes, and bows her head, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a controlled sigh. This was a lot of information to take in all at once, and she's doing her best to process it. It was so -- disheartening -- to find out Reyes had any part of it, and when she looks back at Jack there's a real mixture of sadness and anger. She smiles through it, though, finally moving close enough set a hand on his arm.

"It's good to have you back. I've missed you." The pain comes through - it'd been so hard on her losing so many close people in such a short amount of time, and she hadn't really given herself much time to grieve.

Jack's expression softens--it's all too easy for him to get wrapped up in his conspiracy and go off about what may or may not have happened to Overwatch, ignoring the very human consequences of his actions standing right in front of them. He's been looking at the bigger picture for so long that he's perhaps lost sight of what's most important.

He's always valued his people. He needs to remember that.

"I'm sorry to put you through this, Fareeha."

She settles back and crosses her arms, closing off a little but looking more pained than angry. There's no way for her to easily brush this off, especially having it come after losing her mother, and with losing Overwatch, but she is glad to have him back.

"It was really hard, losing everyone like that, like a chapter on my life had officially closed. I had my Helix family, but no one really understood just how much Overwatch had meant, how much ... you had meant, to me." It was, in every sense of the word, like losing family. It didn't hurt any less - different, certainly - than losing Ana. "You really didn't feel you could tell me, after?"

"Would have if I could."

He can't be sure how much of this is just him chasing ghosts, but if there's even the possibility of anyone using his people to get to him, then he's staying dead and doesn't regret his decision. It puts him in the unfortunate but perfect position to dig up the truth about what happened, and he owes it to all of them to clear Overwatch's name in the history books.

"Too dangerous."

She gives him a look. Not being able to tell her, okay, she could understand that, but too dangerous?

"I'm not a child anymore, Jack; my career is in 'dangerous'." She's military trained, professional and tough. They've been out of contact for a while and maybe he just needs a little reminder.

"That ain't the kind of dangerous I'm talking about."

It goes deeper than any of them realize, and he won't throw any of his people in the line of fire. Even if Fareeha had never been a member of Overwatch, she's close enough to the organization that he doesn't want to risk it.

"We're talking global conspiracy. I'm keeping you and the rest of them out of it."

"Who's got your back?"

Because if it's as dangerous as he says, it shouldn't be a one-man war.

He laughs a little--it's exasperated, but there's a fondness in it, almost wistful. Jack knows about the letter by now, so hopefully it's not too much of a shock, but--

"Your mom."

Jack imagines Fareeha might be hurt by that, but he isn't going to keep lying to her.

"Before all this, anyway."

An intake a breath, a careful release, yes - it stings. She's gotten the letter and, overall, she's happy, but it doesn't erase the lingering feeling of betrayal and hurt. Wrestling with grief for years to find out Ana was still alive, and now Jack, and now - they're working together. Fareeha can't help but feel she's not exactly a priority, outside of 'protect'.

It felt a little stifling to think about, really. All she wanted was for them to recognize her for who she'd become; on her own, by her own power.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."

"Sorry."

He knows that this isn't what she wants to hear, and the hurt is evident in the way she answers him. Unfortunately, Jack can't really offer her much in this department--especially when Ana isn't here. It's all moot.

"We had work to do."

The kind they simply couldn't let the others in on--and that's just an objective fact, as far as he's concerned.

She doesn't immediately answer, there are a lot of long pauses while she lets it all sink in. She's not eager in reacting brashly but it's a lot to take in all at once. Maybe this is how her life is going to go now; the people she trusted most don't trust her.

"Right."

She's not sure what else to say, shifting for a moment before looking back into medical. "How is he? What happened?" Shifting the conversation onto Reinhardt, perhaps a distraction in some form but there is genuine concern.

He looks apologetic, though it's clear he doesn't quite know how to go about articulating any of that. To say he's thankful for the change of subject is an understatement, even though he's not sure he'd rather talk about Reinhardt, either.

"Took some kind of explosive on the last mission. I asked the higher-ups to keep me updated, but--"

Nothing yet.

"They did say he'll recover."

It's something they will probably need to address in the future, but Fareeha's at her limit of understanding for the time being and needs some space. As much as he gets relief out of it, so does she.

But news of Reinhardt is unsettling between an explosion and then the lack of updates. "I mean, they have advanced medical technology and knowledge here, don't they?"

He nods. Jack isn't particularly worried about Reinhardt dying anymore, but they're not exactly young. Grave injury, even sustained through his Crusader armor, is not so easy to bounce back from. He can't exactly imagine a Reinhardt sidelined from the fight--they'd been forced to try it once before, and look how that had worked out.

"I mean, they don't exactly have a Doctor Ziegler on staff."

Sort of a half-hearted joke.

"But he'll be okay."

He does get a small chuckle out of her - if Angela were here Fareeha would have no reason to worry.

"He's been through greater scrapes before, hasn't he?" Although she'd have to admit; she didn't see Reinhardt dying peacefully in his sleep when the time came.

"More than I can count."

That's said with a real fondness--not that things like the Crisis are fondly remembered, but he's sure she'll understand the sentiment.

She does, and gives him a little grin. It's still wan with the seriousness of everything that's been going on, but it's genuine.

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