[Overwatch fan] Your devout soul

"Do you remember the first time we partnered, it was on the battlefield along the Mediterranean Sea?"

“They say rich people don’t go to Florida for vacation. They fly directly to Greece, spend a month or two on the beach in Ilios, and then go to Milan to see fashion shows. The north of Italy is very close to the south of France. You can see lavender all over the sky in Provence in July and August. I’ve never seen that thing before, and I guess it’s not much different from a barley field when it’s all over the sky.”

"If you have more time, you can't miss the Vienna Music Festival. The most comfortable season on the Mediterranean coast is autumn, when it hasn't started to rain like crazy, and the sun has finally become less sunny. I know you always laugh at me I don't know real music, but I don't think the jazz popular in Los Angeles is much better than the guitar. But in a sense, I also admit that classical music is an eternal classic. Although, I really want to hear them play with the guitar !"

"Wait. Didn't I remember you saying you learned how to play the guitar? How come I never remember hearing you play it?"

"...Oh, thinking about it, I misremembered. It was Jesse who learned to play the guitar. This kid can learn everything quickly, but he has a dead brain. I don't know if he is still alive now. He even us I didn't attend the funeral. I miss him from the bottom of my heart, if he knows that you will die at my hands, maybe he will come to me with the 'Peacekeeper' and desperately."

"After I left Zurich, I have been to all those countries."

"I've been to a lot, Gabby. More places than we've been in our lifetimes fighting omnics, you can't even imagine. I've crossed the Alps, from Switzerland to Austria, from Italy to France. I've also Threatened the airline with an airplane bomb, lurked in the cargo box for more than 40 hours, and successfully smuggled back to the mainland of the United States. No one helped me, they didn't know who I was. But I think even if they knew, they wouldn't think of me anymore It's the hero who saved the world."

"The world doesn't need heroes anymore, Gabby. I've fought for them all my life, but I didn't understand until my hair was gray. People never needed us. Everyone has their own destiny, and we are born From the beginning, until death. Omnics are also the evil consequences of human beings themselves. A small number of people hide the truth for their own interests and cause the crisis to spread. In the end, we are here to clean up the mess for them.”

"If only I had understood earlier, it would have been better. They don't need us to work so hard. We have tried too hard, and we have been too serious. We always want to save more people, and accidentally eliminate the greatest human beings. Threat. Threat is gone, what else do heroes need to do?"

"Look, what am I talking about... I'm messing around. I'm a babbling old man who should have been lying in my grave long ago. Why didn't I die in that bombing? Why am I so self-righteous What kind of hero do you want to play?"

"Why do I obviously say I regret it, but I still refuse to change myself?"

"Why...you were the one who died in the end, not me?"

It seemed to Reyes that he had just fallen asleep.

It feels weird.The long-lost dreamless sleep made his whole body feel relaxed.He stretched out his limbs, like a petrel gliding by the sea breeze.He felt like his body and brain were repairing themselves, and he felt young again.

At that time, no matter how long he had just fought, as long as he was given ten minutes to rest, he could always fall asleep.When I wake up, it's like being alive again, and I can go to the battlefield again.

He didn't know how long he slept.When I opened my eyes, I only saw a sky full of stars.

The line of sight is clear.He touched his face subconsciously, but couldn't find the mask of death.

He unconsciously wanted to stretch his arms towards the sky to touch the beautiful night.Then he realized that his arms were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift them up at all.

He couldn't turn over, because he seemed to be in an unusually narrow space, there was no redundancy in front, back, left, and right, but it could just accommodate his body.Then he realized that he was surrounded by freshly excavated soil—he was in a death-shaped pit.

On the ground above the head, someone is talking in a babbling manner.The voice was very soft, but it came to his ears clearly.

In an instant, he retrieved all the memories he had forgotten before.

He wanted to speak, but the fact that he had just returned from hell hit his brain and body, making him speechless for a moment.

They have been separated for 7 years, and each thought that the other was dead.But God favored them and let them meet again.Now they are only a stone's throw away, and he doesn't mind waiting a little longer.

So he lay quietly in the grave that Morrison dug for him, slowly recovering his strength.Morrison talked for a long time, and he listened for a long time.

He listened to Morrison talking to himself.He heard Morrison laugh foolishly, and seriously counted the small past.Morrison's voice was high and low, and he had simulated every tone tens of thousands of times in the memories of losing the other party.Morrison told him what he experienced alone during the days when they were apart, and the tone of pretending to be casual, but it just made him feel like crying.

He didn't realize that he was really crying until the cold water dripped down his neck when he regained consciousness again.His chest rose and fell, but he couldn't sit up.His tears trickled down the blood-dried wound, making him sting and feel alive again.

Overhead, the talking stopped.A black shadow blocked his sky, and he instinctively closed his eyes.But he immediately realized who was looking at him, and opened his eyes immediately.

Looking up from below, Morrison's blue pupils are as usual, like the stars they love each other.

He didn't catch what Morrison said, or maybe he didn't say anything.He just felt the figure roll down in an instant and land on him.Messy kisses fell on his cheeks and forehead, as did Morrison's hot tears.

"Jack, don't cry..." he said hoarsely, but the hollow and lifeless voice only made Morrison's cry more mournful.Morrison clutched his clothes tightly with both hands, and buried his head between his necks.His Jack rubbed against his ears and temples the way he had done in youth, hot tears soaking his entire collar.

They hugged each other tightly in this temporary tomb, and they didn't separate for a long time.The soil is not cold at all, and it carries them gently, as if witnessing a pair of lovers who have gone through hardships to fulfill their promise——

Not even death can separate us.

He wanted to say something.He had so much to say to Morrison, but before he could speak, Morrison blocked his lips.His mouth was full of blood that had flowed back from the previous heart injury, and it was now dry, sticking to the lining of his mouth and tongue, but Morrison didn't care.

Their kiss tasted salty with tears and blood.Morrison kissed fast and furiously, desperately reaching into his mouth, looking for his tongue and tangling with it.Compared with sex, this is more like confirming the fact that he came back from the dead.So he let Morrison do this, even though his body was not fully recovered yet, and Morrison kissed him almost out of breath.

It took several minutes for Morrison to realize this.He sat up with a whoosh, with a guilty expression bluntly written on his face, Reyes couldn't help reaching out to stroke his stubble-covered face.He saw Morrison's forehead, in the center, with a scar that ran the length of his face.

"Who hurt my Jack like this?" He said softly, "You have suffered so much without me by your side..."

Morrison shook his head and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that hadn't stopped.He looks almost completely different than he did 7 years ago.Without careful identification, it is almost impossible to find traces of the former Jack Morrison on that scarred face.

His hair was disheveled and ragged, and the stubble that had not been carefully groomed at the temples ran down to his chin and lips.But what hurt Reyes the most were those eyes.

The ever-burning fire in the eyes of Overwatch's leaders was extinguished.The eyes that once glowed tenderly under the starry sky are now dimmed, replaced by pain that penetrates deep into the soul.He knew Morrison was in pain, and Reyes knew it if he didn't say it.No one knows Morrison better than him, but in the seven years apart, they have not been what they used to be.

He suddenly remembered in horror the "dust of time" he wore on his face.Morrison took his mask off, but didn't take it off.

"Gabby, do you miss me very much?"

Morrison, who was sitting on him, spoke suddenly, and his tone had returned to calm.There were still traces of dry tears on his face, but Reyes' familiar smile was already showing.

Morrison's finger rests on the recording monocle. The recording indicator light of Motes of Time came on again, and he felt as if he had nowhere to hide under Morrison's gaze.

"Look, this monocle you're wearing looks like the old tactical eyepiece I used to use," Morrison said. "If it weren't for the fact that it was shining under your mask, I might not have noticed it. I thought It's you who is a Talon agent."

Morrison's words gave him a flash of inspiration, and he found a suitable excuse.

"Yeah, of course I... miss you very much," he whispered unnaturally. "As I get older, my vision is a bit blurred, and sometimes I can't see the enemy clearly when I'm moving. I thought, maybe I can also use some kind of glasses to assist aiming like Jack did..."

Morrison stared at him quietly for a moment, saying nothing.

"Hey, Jack," he changed the subject hastily, "since I'm not dead, let's stop wasting time here. What do you think?"

Morrison jumped up first, then took his hand and pulled him up.He briefly explained to Morrison how he came back from the dead, and guessed that this technology probably allowed him to repair the fatal wound on his body.Morrison nodded and helped him retrieve the mask of death.He's glad Morrison didn't throw it away, so he puts it back on.

"You know," said Morrison suddenly, "if half your face is ruined, I would never mind."

He froze for a moment and was silent for a while.

"Looks like you've been out and about for a while. Come back to my hotel room with me, Jack. We've got a lot to talk about, haven't we?"

It was late, and the hotel where Reyes was staying was closed.He and Morrison climbed into his room along the balcony by stepping on the first-floor window.

Everything in the room was the same as when he set out for the ruins yesterday evening.A bag of tacos was thrown on the couch, and the comforter on the bed was unmade.The carpet and wallpaper are still clean, and the sweeping robot responsible for cleaning must be very serious and responsible.

Morrison sat down on the couch, tore open the taco wrapper and put the snack in his mouth.He ate so fast that he nearly choked a few times.Reyes went to the water dispenser and poured him a glass of water, watching him gulp it down.

"Sorry," Morrison whispered, "I haven't eaten anything in about a week. I didn't realize I was so hungry."

So Reyes rummaged through the cabinet under the TV with him.They were lucky enough to find a row of corn sausages, a package of beef jerky, a bag of Italian chocolate wafers, a whole jar of roasted cashews, and two packets of instant coffee with creamer and sugar.There are also three different brands of beer in the adjacent freezer, and a bottle of whiskey that looks quite expensive.

"You're welcome," Reyes said, "Eat what you want, I have money on my card."

Morrison was pissed off in his face.He tore the wrapping paper like he was about to tear apart the limbs of an intelligent robot.Reyes found it amused watching him gobble it up.They served in the U.S. Army in their youth, a place notoriously not short of food.Later in Overwatch, although sometimes a war can be protracted, the newly developed instant cooking food can be turned into a box of delicious food in a few seconds.In most of his life working with Morrison, he had never seen Morrison like this.

He thought again that Morrison had spent his childhood on a farm.Maybe he has never lived such a life of starvation in his life.

They sat down on the edge of the bed.Morrison dumped the cashews, biscuits, and coffee powder into the cornflakes bag he had been in, and shook the bag frantically as he tore at the jerky in his hand with his teeth.He swallowed the corn sausage like he was sucking jelly, and then he opened the bag and poured the unknown mixture straight into his mouth.Reyes wondered if he hadn't chewed well after all, because he choked and coughed after a few bites.

"I'm so glad your food didn't poison us both." Reyes opened a can of beer and handed it to Morrison. "Your way of eating is so novel, maybe Dr. Ziegler will want to hire you to help with chemical experiments."

Morrison twitched one corner of his mouth, and Reyes guessed he was smiling.Or maybe he's just using his super-soldier-enhanced chewing abilities to try and conquer those damn hard jerky.He wasn't even looking at what he was putting into his mouth, and by the time Reyes noticed, he'd even opened the bottle of whiskey and downed it with the beer.

"You're going to be drunk," Reyes said, "Jack, you idiot..."

He hit the spot.Morrison's cheeks flushed quickly.The physique of a super soldier does have a certain resistance to alcohol, but this way of drinking...even if he is Jack Morrison, he can no longer control his body.

Morrison began to undress.His eyes were foggy, the sudden alcohol and sugar made him hot, and he unconsciously rubbed the red skin on his neck.He looked more like the Morrison that Reyes was familiar with, wearing only a T-shirt. Reyes couldn't hold back, and leaned over to kiss Morrison's lips that were still stained with powdered sugar.

"Gabby..." Morrison murmured his name, wrapping his strong arms around Reyes' waist.

"Gabi...don't...leave me again."

Reyes held back the welling up tears.He wiped his face and saw mud and blood all over the two of them in the reflection of the bright TV screen.He felt that they couldn't be so dirty anymore, so he bent down and gently hugged Morrison's shoulders, speaking in a gentle tone that he had never had before:

"I won't leave you, Jack, never again. Be good, come take a bath with me."

Morrison stood obediently with him.The drunken giddiness made him nearly fall again, and Reyes had to wrap one arm around his neck.Morrison was sinking like a rock, but his strength was beginning to come back.In the past, he could carry Morrison on his shoulders through the gunfire and smoke of the battlefield, but now it is not difficult for him to support him a little.

They staggered to the bathroom.This hotel is quite famous in the local area, and although the facilities in the bathroom are not luxurious, they are all available.Reyes breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bathtub. He put Morrison in the bathtub, turned on the shower, and helped Morrison take off his blood-stained clothes.

The water gradually overflowed, and Reyes checked Morrison's body anxiously, but did not find any wounds.

He guessed that the blood should have been stained by Morrison when he carried him to find a place to bury him.The blood in his whole body was basically drained, but now something was slowly flowing in his body.He shook his head, tried to get rid of the strange feeling, found a towel, and began to wipe Morrison's body.

Morrison leaned back in the bathtub, as if he had fallen asleep.It is really like a big stray dog. When it finds its owner, it eats and sleeps boldly, completely throwing its vigilance aside.Reyes' eye sockets were slightly hot, and his hands stroked the new wounds on Morrison's body, some were shrapnel, some were burns, and there were signs of whole limbs being severed and rehealed.He didn't know who did this, but he really wanted to find them and put a bullet in the head of each of them with a Hellfire shotgun.

"Jack." He whispered Morrison's name, "This shouldn't be your life."

He took the shower, tested the water temperature, and brushed it lightly through Morrison's hair.The hot water gradually softened the short stubby hair, and washed away the traces of tears mixed with blood on Morrison's face.Taking care not to let the water get into Morrison's ears, he rubbed his reddened skin.

Morrison smacked his mouth, as if he was still remembering the taste of what he had just eaten.Reyes smiled.He hasn't shown such a smile for a long time, and the muscles on his face seem to have become stiff.He slowly cleaned Morrison's body, and his eyes gradually moved down, subconsciously falling on the private part.

"Mote Motes of Time" flickered inappropriately.Oh, this is not what I want, Reyes thought.

He didn't want this picture to be preserved along with his memory.Especially when he dies one day, if he doesn't destroy this thing in time, then everyone in the world will see the former Overwatch leader Jack Morrison drunk in the bathtub, and the guy below is still alive .

He took off his glasses and put them on the shelf next to the bathtub.Anyway, the subject of his memory has come back to him, even if he doesn't wear it for a while, it shouldn't matter much—he shouldn't be sick twice in such a short period of time——

"Hmm." Morrison rubbed his eyes and woke up in a daze.He saw clearly the face of the person scrubbing his body in front of him, and showed a reassuring smile: "Gabi, have I slept for a long time?"

"No." Reyes lied.He had almost scrubbed Morrison's entire body, and it should have been an hour or two.He didn't intend to wake Morrison, he wanted him to sleep more.

He also wanted to take a little longer to see the face that haunted him so much.

"You must be exhausted." Morrison struggled to get out of the bathtub.He took the towel from Reyes and rubbed his hair carelessly. "I'll let the water go, Gabi, you can take a bath too."

"I'll just do it myself." Reyes pressed Morrison's hand and said gently but firmly. "Go to bed, I'll finish washing soon, and then I'll go find you."

Morrison leaned over and exchanged a wet kiss.He smiled and bit the lower lip of the other party, and watched Morrison out of the bathroom reluctantly.

Messy clothes were strewn everywhere.Morrison picked up his jacket from the bed and kicked off his trousers, which were covered in blood and mud.He took great pains to rearrange the bed, and then sat down by the bed, feeling a little dazedly the elasticity of the Simmons mattress.

He has not experienced this kind of seemingly "normal" life for a long time.Until his reunion with Reyes, he cannot sleep properly as long as he is in bed.He always had recurring dreams of explosions.In the dream, he watched every floor of the entire building explode before his eyes as he fell helplessly from a height.He could even smell flames and burning things.

He was silent for a while, then stood up and picked up his and Reyes' clothes from the ground, and threw them far into the corner.

His brain is still a little dizzy, and every hiccup smells like strong alcohol.But he hadn't felt so satisfied for a long time, as if the Jack Morrison who had led Overwatch to defeat the entire omnic army had returned to his body.As he thought about it, he felt a void in his heart.Good times are always short, maybe when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he and Reyes will face a dangerous and unknown future again, one of them will leave first, and throw the other back to the original place before today. Land, alone waiting for the doomed death.

However, just because life always gathers less and leaves more, it is even more important to cherish the warm moments in front of us.He shook off the quilt, leaned forward and got in.It was warm in the bed, and the light cloth covered him, making him feel drowsy.He just hoped that Reyes could wash up quickly, he wanted to hug that body well, the longing had already replaced all wishes and fully occupied his brain.

The sound of drizzling water has never stopped.He lay quietly, listening to his own breathing in the empty room.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the bathroom.Like someone knocked over a whole shelf of toiletries and fell back down.Then the sound of Reyes screaming made his whole heart rise in his throat, and he rolled out of bed with a grunt, not finding his own pulse, so he took Reyes' shotgun and rushed Into the bathroom.

Reyes was still alone in the bathroom.He was naked, and his body and hair were wet.He didn't seem to see Morrison rushing in at all, and his eyes were still staring straight at himself in the mirror in front of the sink.

Reflected in the mirror was Reyes' hideous face.One half was visibly burned, with entire chunks of skin and muscle gone, though Reyes was clearly recognizable from the other half.

Reyes looked as if he was frightened by himself.Seeing this scene, Morrison also froze for a moment.It was a moment before Reyes turned his gaze to Morrison.He looked at Morrison's face, then saw the shotgun in his hand, and the astonishment in his eyes turned to fear in an instant.

"Who are you? Why did you kill me?" His hoarse voice sounded full of bewilderment and bewilderment, "This... what is this place?"

Morrison followed his gaze and saw the murder weapon in his hand.He flung the shotgun aside and took a few steps forward trying to pull Reyes off the ground.But seeing his movements, Reyes just stepped back even more.Fragments of the porcelain vase that broke on the ground scratched his feet. Morrison was so anxious that he dared not take a step closer to him.

"I'm Jack," he said with great effort without sounding anxious and worried, "I'm Jack Morrison. Don't you know me, Gabby?"

Hearing his words, Reyes raised his head as expected.Black eyes stared carefully at his face, seemingly bewildered.

Morrison subconsciously reached out to touch the scar that ran up and down.He didn't know if this scar had affected Reyes' judgment, making it impossible for him to recognize his own face.

"Jack?" Reyes finally regained his composure.He just looked very, very confused, but there was no fear in his eyes anymore.

"Your hair...why is it all white?"

Morrison froze on the spot.

They all crouched and stared at each other for several seconds in a strange and frozen atmosphere.With a sudden knowing smile, Morrison stepped forward and pulled Reyes up from the cold bathroom floor.

"Don't you remember? It's almost Halloween. Everyone discussed to have a different costume party. I specially asked someone to help me dye my hair white and make up a scary blood-sucking count." He took Lai Jess' hands went out, trying not to let his hands tremble. "The character you want to play is Death, so I specially made special effects makeup for you."

"Wouldn't it be enough for Death to wear a mask? He insists on making my handsome face look like this." Reyes muttered dissatisfiedly.He turned his head and looked at Morrison's face carefully. Morrison was a little guilty, but he didn't dare to avoid Reyes' eyes.

Reyes stared at Morrison's face for several seconds.It wasn't until Morrison couldn't hold on anymore and almost looked away that he asked suspiciously:

"Jack, how do I remember...your hairline...hasn't been this high before?"

Morrison scratched his hair awkwardly.

"I'm allergic to... hair dye." He said softly, "So... I lost my hair after dyeing it. It just became like this."

Reyes laughed out loud.So Morrison laughed too, and the tense atmosphere just now seemed to be swept away by the laughter.He stroked Reyes' short hair and tucked him gently under the covers.

"Recently, we've been too busy with work, and we're all tired. We'll be busy again tomorrow morning, so go to sleep." Seeing Reyes lying on the bed, but refusing to close his eyes, he kissed Reyes' eyelids , watching Reyes finally close his eyes tiredly.

"Jack." His voice was low, so Morrison moved closer to his lips, trying to hear his instructions clearly.

"If I could watch Angela play the role of a witch once, I would really be worth dying for." The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, but he already looked like he was about to fall asleep. "But I dare not tell her...Jack, you are the leader of Overwatch...This difficult task is entrusted to you..."

"No problem, sir," Morrison nodded, still smiling, trying to hold back the tears that had been rolling in his eyes since the beginning.

"I promise to get the job done."

Reyes really fell asleep.He turned over in his sleep, his arms stretched out unconsciously, taking up half of the bed.

Morrison still couldn't calm down from what just happened.He has been sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the jacket he just picked up, staring at Reyes' sleeping profile.

He was completely sober.The night wind is blowing, and it is still a bit cool in this season, which is almost late summer and early autumn.He clenched his fists, even his joints were a little white, and his whole body trembled slightly due to the intense anger.

From the moment he took off Reyes' mask and saw the shimmering monocle, he understood what had led to the tragedy between them.

He has been to many places over the years.At first, all he had was the equipment he had brought with him when he fled from Zurich.Impulses are always durable, but tactical glasses always need replacement parts.When he was walking along the store looking for a store that could sell similar equipment, he had also seen the product counter of "Dust of Time".

The salesmen mistook him for an ordinary old man and tried hard to get him to buy the product.They told him that if he started to feel like he was forgetting things, the device would be his best bet.

He wiped the tears welling from the corners of his eyes a few times, and finally covered his eyes with one hand and tightly covered his mouth with the other.

He dared not cry out.Reyes had just fallen asleep, and maybe in his dreams he thought he was still a young Gabriel Reyes, still healthy and normal, and that Overwatch was still huddled together.If he woke him up now, and he was still in a state of forgetting, if he accidentally discovered the truth, he couldn't imagine how much pain Reyes would feel in his heart.

Morrison was distraught.The fate he thought was about to come to an end circled around and sent him back to where he started.

For the first time in seven years, he wondered sadly and angrily what he had done wrong to be treated like this by the world he had tried his best to protect.

Why did they take everything from him, trample on his dignity, and wear down his pride and self-esteem to nothing, but it still wasn't enough?

He blinked wearily, and the flames sweeping across the world appeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

It took him seven full years to find out the truth about the bombing that year.

However, he couldn't make up his mind anyway, whether to tell his story to Reyes who had just reunited with him.

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