[Junkrat stills--there's something awfully familiar about that sentiment. God AI, taking their own life...it brings to mind a recollection of hole-filled memories from Fareeha's past. He recalls it about with about as much accuracy as he does his own life experiences, which really isn't saying much, and while it's easy to forget facts, figures, and faces, it's harder to forget emotions she felt when Ok-something became compromised and ended himself before anyone had the chance to do it--or for him to act on that invading code...the trust she had for him leading into the moment, and the heartbreak after.
There's a blissful unawareness of time passing while Junkrat processes what basically amounts to a flashback. On the outside, though, he looks like he's thinking about this much too hard. While most would consider establishing this with some kind of professional standard, he looks up with a smirk.]
Yeah, alright. Challenge accepted!
[Because apparently all that needs to be done to make a truce with Junkrat is to make an agreement that involves, even given conditions, allowing him to blow something up.]
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There's a blissful unawareness of time passing while Junkrat processes what basically amounts to a flashback. On the outside, though, he looks like he's thinking about this much too hard. While most would consider establishing this with some kind of professional standard, he looks up with a smirk.]
Yeah, alright. Challenge accepted!
[Because apparently all that needs to be done to make a truce with Junkrat is to make an agreement that involves, even given conditions, allowing him to blow something up.]