[Overwatch fan] Your devout soul

The author has something to say: The explosion at Overwatch headquarters 7 years ago killed Reyes and Morrison on the spot.

Reyes, who came back from the dead, found that his Death Physique was not stable.His memory is gradually fading, just like his life.

But he couldn't bear it, maybe one day, he would even completely forget the fact that his former partner, the leader of Overwatch, Jack Morrison.

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It's a story full of memories and cars (I have to say, all the H's are needed for the plot)

What I really want to say is that it is impossible for a human being to become a real god after all.Just write about Gabriel Reyes from a human point of view.

In addition, since it is R76, it is the relationship of a partner.I really think these two are made for each other.

I promise it's HappyEnding, uh, at least in a sense.

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Some readers said that they need to explain the background, er, if you don’t know the game and its background about Overwatch, you can refer to the following introduction:

Or directly search for "overwatch background story" on Baidu, and there will be some detailed introductions.

Because the original audience of this article is readers who have played this game and are interested in its fans, so the needs of other readers are not considered, sorry

[What do you want to call me?Give me a name. ]

[now?I may not have figured out how to... and how to wear this monocle? ]

It took Reyes a long time to awkwardly put on the only external device of "Dust of Time", and saw his own face on the metal shell of the gauntlet——

This dress looks like Jack Morrison.

The holographic projection of "Dust of Time" tilted his head on the table, as if he was in deep thought for a moment.

[Not necessarily a decision right now, but you have to understand, Gabriel, my name is the only key you can use to unlock the storage. ]

This guy's tone really sounds like a real person.

Omnics have been around for half a century.Reyes has been working with them since his early 20s and is no stranger to these self-aware machines.It's just that the "Dust of Time" he bought yesterday is not a machine with complete self-awareness.

It is just a program connected to the Internet at any time, with holographic projection, and the only external device is a monocle with audio and video functions.

When buying it, the salesman tried to tell him the biggest feature of this thing: it can record what you want to keep at any time, and after setting the name, it will also open the personality simulation, based on your stored memory, A unique exchange.

He guessed that's why a broken pair of glasses cost two thousand dollars.But in fact, he is not interested in any personality simulation at all.

All things that have a sense of self, sooner or later they leave.

It's like a child leaving his parents, like a comrade-in-arms parting ways...

It's like a lover leaves you.

Reyes stared blankly at himself wearing glasses for a while, and tightly covered his eyes.His fingers were deeply inserted into the temples on both sides, with great force, as if he wanted to pick out his eyes and brain from the side.But even so, it couldn't relieve his pain by half.

Then he took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and swallowed the hard lump in his chest.

[I don't need to read anything just yet. ] His voice was low, barely audible. [I didn't buy yours just to replay good moments with my family. ]

"Time Mote" didn't answer him, but just looked at him quietly.The light on the edge of the glasses flickered slightly, and Reyes knew that what he just said had been recorded.

[I have lost my only family.And... I won't have any good moments anymore. ] he said softly.

[I am already dead. ]

That statement isn't quite accurate, but a program used to record it wouldn't contradict him.

[They call me Death, the Reaper of Life.It's a fitting name. ] He glanced at the Hellfire shotgun on the table and twitched the corner of his mouth. [Ironically, I'm not even alive myself.To be honest, I don't know if if I fall asleep one day, I will never wake up again. ]

[However, I don't even need sleep anymore. ]

Outside the window, the morning star has already risen.The morning twilight with cold gray shines through the curtains, and before you know it, it's a new day.

Reyes used to love Dawn.He remembered those early mornings when he woke up with Morrison sleeping beside him.If Morrison had to stay up all night working on Overwatch files, the room would smell of brewing coffee at dawn.

Morrison knew he liked coffee and the smell would wake him up.But he likes to pretend to be asleep.Because as long as he didn't open his eyes, Morrison would sneak into the kitchen, and after a while, the sizzling sound of fried eggs and the smell of toast would float into the bedroom.

They have been together like this for more than 30 years.

Reyes would give anything for one more breakfast made by Morrison.

[Actually, I don't need to eat anymore either. ] He added, [So, that's the only convenience I have in my body. ]

He paused for a moment, subconsciously rubbing his hands together.The cold leather rubbed against each other, but he couldn't feel any warmth.He didn't feel cold for a long time, at least after all the blood in his body was drained, all the cells died and then regenerated, he no longer had those ordinary human consciousness.

For a veteran, this is actually nothing.The same is true for those whose whole body has been transformed into omnics. After getting used to it, they will feel that this appearance may be more suitable for them.What's more, people will grow old, and perception itself will decline.

But there was only one thing he wanted to keep forever.Only in this way, even if his efforts and struggles are ridiculous in the face of fate, he will take it back from the face of death.

[Perhaps, this has nothing to do with my body from the dead.Perhaps, I should have expected this to happen. ]

[I'm old.Jack always said that when we are too old to walk, we will leave Overwatch, hand over the responsibility of protecting world peace to young people, go to the countryside to buy a farm, and spend our last days together. ]

Facing the empty air alone, he counted carefully with his fingers: [Busy for a year, wait until the crops are mature.A cow is butchered, the tenderest meat grilled delicately over charcoal for hours, bread is made from freshly harvested barley, and the cheese is homegrown.In the evening, drive a small truck to go for a drive in the field. If you are lucky, you may meet a fox or a hare or two, or just break some fresh corn back, light a fire, open a few bottles of beer, and put the corn Roast by the fire. ]

His thoughts drifted far away, and he didn't even realize that it was daylight.

He has spent most of his life, ninety percent of which was soaked in blood and crisis.He has gone through all kinds of complexities that ordinary people can't live through in several lifetimes, but he still hopes that if he has the opportunity to try the life that Morrison said again, it would be great.

He was surprised that he remembered these little things that he never cared about in the past so clearly that he didn't write a word.For a moment, he even felt that buying "Time Dust" was a mistake at all, and all the chills in his bones were just illusions.

But soon, that feeling came back to him—in just a few minutes, the memories he had just uttered by himself drifted away like soot, sporadic, cruelly left him, and died with the wind.He dazedly touched the flickering edge of his glasses, and he knew those things were there.However, they no longer belonged to him.

He turned his head, and the deep eye sockets were immediately covered by shadows.The bloodless fingers fumbled on the table, found the mask used to hide the real face, and put it on the face.

[I know I am dying a slow death.I have never been afraid of death, and this half-dead body does not frighten me.No one can trample on our dignity, take away my comrades-in-arms, and live on like this.I'm going to find them and drive them all to hell. ]

[However, what I was most afraid of happened. ]

[I'm starting to lose track of anything... I'm afraid I won't even remember Jack any time soon. ]

He thinks he should be really proud that he hasn't broken down yet.

But that's the kind of person he was.He and Morrison had been selected from thousands of candidates for the Super Soldier Project and co-led Overwatch until seven years ago.They have encountered many times more terrible difficulties than death, and they have survived.He knew he could go on, even without Morrison at his side.

What's more, the only threat he has to face now is himself.

[So, I need you to listen carefully. ]He said.The mask covered his glasses, but he could still feel the glimmer of the record. [I have never been a talkative person in my life, nor have I ever been in the habit of keeping a diary.I have a very good memory and I am very proud of it.But, since I'm starting to forget now, then you have to remember it for me. ]

[I will tell you as much as I can remember for the rest of my limited life.If one day I really don’t remember anything,]

[At least, you have to tell me at the time, who is Jack Morrison and what is Overwatch. ]

Reyes stood in the training observation room, lost in thought while staring at the dozen or so large screens in front of him.

What came out of the screen was an instant image of a young man like him in the training ground.They have just invested in the construction of this training ground, which is filled with projections of training robots painstakingly arranged by tactical experts.They refresh the data every 6 seconds which is being displayed at the bottom of the screen.

"I see you." A voice suddenly came from the screen.Reyes glanced up, with a half-smile expression—a tall man with short blond hair was snapping his fingers at him on screen No. 7.

"It's like your tactical eyepiece has a see-through function." Reyes snorted. "You just saw the message I posted in the Overwatch group."

Jack Morrison laughed happily, his voice booming with a sensual undertone. "So, you want to know why I practice long-range tactics?"

Reyes raised an eyebrow.He knew that the other party couldn't see, but he still lowered his eyes subconsciously. "We all know that your pulse gun can give full play to its damage advantage at medium distances. With Anna guarding it, you don't have to be a sniper."

"It's different now." Morrison shook his head. "The era of large-scale omnic conflicts has passed. Now the enemy is smart and cunning, and likes to play street fighting. Don't you remember the last time we wanted to protect the Secretary-General of the United Nations?" What happened at the time?"

"It was an accident," Reyes said, "and I got over it in the end."

"But this kind of thing will happen again and again. To ensure that you can maximize your ability in close combat, I want to adjust my tactics." Morrison has left the core area of ​​the training ground and used the training simulation Digital Pulse□□ put back in the arsenal.

"Anna alone is not enough. At the right time, I will stand on a higher ground to ensure that there will be no sudden enemies that will catch you off guard and even threaten your life."

He turned his back to Reyes, watching his weapon being properly recovered.Next to it were two of Reyes' usual shotguns.

"You have to know that you are weakening your own combat power." Reyes said, "Aren't you afraid that one day they will assign me the position of Overwatch leader?"

"Oh, you think beautifully." Morrison turned his head and smiled at him. "Because I'm the leader of Overwatch, I have to think about maximizing the strength of my team. Learn from it, Gabriel."

This is really the most naked provocation.Reyes didn't respond to him, just watched him move to the lounge.There he changed his combat jacket and wore only a sweat-soaked T-shirt.Those powerful hands undid the straps and weapon belt, and just as he was about to take off the tactical eyepiece, Reyes said:

"Jack, it's better to wear that thing and not take it off."

Morrison's hand froze for a moment.He raised his head and faced the direction of the monitor, with a somewhat surprised and understanding expression on his face.

"Do you want me to go find you now?"

"You know what I mean." Reyes grinned, revealing an imperceptible smile. "You know where I am."

(Next is the part of the car, as follows)

[What's the point of trying so hard to save the world if you can't enjoy life? ]

The Grim Reaper stood on the hillside a hundred meters away, staring at the lights of Dorado City across a bunch of disorganized small houses in the slums.

"Hey man, sorry to hear you mumbling."

A shimmering and beautiful figure came behind him, hesitating for a moment before deciding to approach.

Perhaps, Reyes thought, she was watching to see if she drew her gun.

That's what happened in Talon.No one can really be trusted, not even your comrades who stand by your side.It's nothing like Overwatch, but he's Gabriel Reyes, the former leader of Shadowwatch.He can adapt to that.

"That's not like something you'd say, Death."

"None of your business." There was a lifeless hollow in his voice.Through the mask, Sombra couldn't see his "Dust of Time" recording device.

Now, he has finally reached the age they mentioned jokingly.He even wears glasses, too.Had Jack Morrison been alive, he would have seized the opportunity to laugh at him hard.

They once agreed to go forward side by side, but now he is the only one left.Either life or death, living in this world like dust.

If he hadn't held his breath and was determined to find out the truth about the explosion at Overwatch's headquarters, he would have long since given up on going on.

"I thought you didn't like the mission assigned to you." The black shadow stood beside him, staring at the night of Dorado with him. "You screwed up on purpose the first few times."

"Be careful with your words, little girl." He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but his tone was a little colder. "I've never had an interest in debating allegations that have no evidence."

"As rumored, you're the one who caused the former Overwatch to break up?"

She's interested in too many things, Reyes thought.As a hacker, she would have had access to more information than anyone else.But about Overwatch, she probably couldn't find it anywhere, so she directly asked him in this provocative way.

He knew he would be fine as long as he didn't respond.He had heard that phrase too many times in the past seven years.He doesn't care at all.But when he reacted, the muzzle of his Hellfire shotgun was aimed at the chin of the black shadow who hadn't had time to escape.

The little girl looked at him with wide eyes, trying to hide the panic in her eyes.She knew that he would pull the trigger at any moment, and she knew who Reaper was.

"That's not what I did."

He retracted the guns, carefully slipping them into the holsters at his waist.Though maybe in a while he'll throw them away.

The black shadow touched his neck, as if he wanted to make sure whether the god of death had made a cut on it.

"You know... this seems to be the first time you've said that."

"Really." His tone was light. "That's the first time. I can't remember these things so clearly."

"I... asked you before, but you never answered me directly." Soi Ying said, "You always say you don't know. This is the first time you say it, and you didn't do it."

He didn't remember what Sombra said.Reyes thumped in his heart, as if something was out of control again, floating heavily to the bottom of the water.But the occasional shimmering light under the mask made him feel a little calm, and he decided to end this topic.

"It's almost time, we should go."

"No problem, man." Sombra replied, the joyful feeling and tone returning to her.

It's good to be young, it seems that you will never know what sadness is.

"When sneaking in for a while, be gentle with your hands and feet." Death said, "If possible, maybe we can find a little bit of clues here."

Sombra knew what he was talking about, from the moment she deciphered Reyes' identity under the mask and confessed to him.She knew that he had been looking for something related to the explosion, and if it wasn't for the fact that there were only a handful of useful information about it on the Internet, she would have already stepped in to help.

She didn't know why she wanted to help him.A terrible man in old age and dying, yet still dangerous, from whom she had nothing to gain.

She just couldn't ignore him.Even if the god of death never said it, she could always smell the faint aura mixed with danger emanating from him——

His solitude, his mourning,

Never stop.

TBC