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How's it so many of you are runnin' about and not bringin' back any stories with you? Some of us could use it you know! Instead of havin' 'em all dumped out when they drop those spots on the news, anyway.
[Ahem.
Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.
Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.
That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]
...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...
[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]
...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?
[Ahem.
Tracer is broadcasting from the monitor room, where she's clearly been serving out her duties with as much patience as she can muster (read: not a lot). Even with all of the activity, Tracer can't deal with the tedium. She's rigged up a way to continuously spin herself in a chair while she spends time dispatching Legionnaires as is expected of her. Even with that, she's incredibly restless, and has herself perched in the window, lounging on the sill in a manner that probably would be considered unsafe if she weren't capable of rewinding time around her.
Overwatch's systems were mostly automated. When a warning went out, the Strike Team left -- and that was the end of it. This dispatching nonsense makes her thankful that it never got quite as large, but also makes her nostalgic.
That's not the only thing, but. Well, its a big part of it. And while she's trying to think of a way to bring up that first thing without outing herself, she can be seen tapping her fingers nervously on the big glowing machine on her chest.]
...speakin' of stories. How many of you lot got families back where you came from? Maybe a better half...
[She pauses here -- not too long though. Don't want to be suspicious.]
...do you think they're still lookin' for you? It's been a tick, hasn't it?
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[Tracer's girlfriend isn't personally responsible for the situation she was put in when Overwatch fell. She (presumably) doesn't carry the same kind of guilt he does. He should have never let it come to any of this in the first place.]
You know that I'm proud of you.
[For still wanting to do the right thing, even when the whole world has turned its back.]
But there's no command structure anymore. [No safety net, nothing to protect her.] You have to think about the long-term repercussions. Logistics. It's not as simple as going out and saving the world.
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[And that's vigilantism kids. Something pops up on the monitor, and without even looking, she presses a button to dispatch it to the first agent on her screen.
Which gives her a thought. She poses the question with sincere curiosity, rather than using it as an accusation.]
You rather I stay here, where there is a command structure?
[She knows where she'd rather be -- but a second opinion won't hurt, even if she already knows the answer.]
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['We', like he doesn't shoulder that blame himself. He's not going to begrudge Lena if she chooses to stay here, but he won't sugarcoat his distaste for being roped into the fight against Chronoblivion--or at least, being roped into joining the Legion.
Even if he didn't have a mission waiting for him back home, Jack already knows he can't do this again.]
I'd rather you get back to your life at home. Isn't that what you want?
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[Lena folds her arms this time -- now she looks visibly uncomfortable. Its not something she talks about very often, because its depressing and hard to explain to other people -- being lost in time, and then suddenly pulled back to the present, where less time has past than its felt like.
Its not all that different from what's happening here -- only that she actually has people to share it with. Perhaps its worse, because when she returns, the people she will have known will be the same, but she'll have changed.]
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[But rest assured, when it is, Jack won't be sticking around here. He offers her a sympathetic glance, knowing full well it's probably the last thing she wants to see, but Jack isn't going to pretend he's the same person. That would be unfair to both of them.]
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It ain't...but you know, even if time ain't movin' from when we left, we're still--you know. Livin'. Agin'.
[But she offers him a smile with a short giggle anyway.]
Speakin' from experience, and all.
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[He's running on borrowed time as it is--a relic who has vastly overstayed his welcome.]
I'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I guess.