[ That his team had even left him in the first place is grounds for Angela to eat them alive when they get back to base. Not a single one of them was leaving on their feet; if they weren't crawling out in shame she was getting them dishonorably discharged. It was a long trip here and back, and it gave them well over eighteen hours to work on Reinhardt, try to pry the answers from his heart that he'd guarded so valiantly, tooth nor nail penetrating the hide of her old lion. The fact that he was still alive attested to that.
Talon didn't send back broken men as symbols. They only left the dead to be found months later, after they've moved out and Overwatch scoured the previous hideouts to find their loved ones rotten and festering. An organization that deserved no mercy in her strike. His eyes open to her touch and her voice, blue clouded over and unfocused for a long few moments before he seems to realize who she is. Her staff is already trained on him, providing what little relief she can manage; the nanites can only do so much. For now, they'll seek out internal damage and ease his pain if only a fraction. Eventually they would be rejected, and his body is so large— too much ground to cover.
Reinhardt smiles and she breaks, tears welling in her eyes as she curls down over him, pressing her brow to his as gently as possible, tears hitting his skin and rolling into his hairline. His voice is so quiet; tired, swollen with pain. He isn't a quiet man and she can't recall the last time she's heard him speak so softly. Not since she was a little girl, new to Overwatch with his giant hand coming to rest on her back, near covering her in it. He'd been the first to cry back then. ]
I've made it my own; can't I be the knight in shining armor for a change?
[ Her voice shakes and she soothes through his hair once more, lifting her head only so she can press a kiss to a bruised temple, then down to the swell above his good eye. The gentlest of light kisses, fluttering over damaged flesh. ]
I came back for you. To take you home, meine Löwe.
I'M RIGHT BESIDE U!!
Talon didn't send back broken men as symbols. They only left the dead to be found months later, after they've moved out and Overwatch scoured the previous hideouts to find their loved ones rotten and festering. An organization that deserved no mercy in her strike. His eyes open to her touch and her voice, blue clouded over and unfocused for a long few moments before he seems to realize who she is. Her staff is already trained on him, providing what little relief she can manage; the nanites can only do so much. For now, they'll seek out internal damage and ease his pain if only a fraction. Eventually they would be rejected, and his body is so large— too much ground to cover.
Reinhardt smiles and she breaks, tears welling in her eyes as she curls down over him, pressing her brow to his as gently as possible, tears hitting his skin and rolling into his hairline. His voice is so quiet; tired, swollen with pain. He isn't a quiet man and she can't recall the last time she's heard him speak so softly. Not since she was a little girl, new to Overwatch with his giant hand coming to rest on her back, near covering her in it. He'd been the first to cry back then. ]
I've made it my own; can't I be the knight in shining armor for a change?
[ Her voice shakes and she soothes through his hair once more, lifting her head only so she can press a kiss to a bruised temple, then down to the swell above his good eye. The gentlest of light kisses, fluttering over damaged flesh. ]
I came back for you. To take you home, meine Löwe.