[That's what hurts. 76 is fully aware that if Ana wanted to let him know she was alive, there were a multitude of ways she could have done it. The fact that she hadn't--that for years, she'd allowed him to believe he got her killed--should make him angrier, but he thinks he understands a little better now that he's done it himself.
It's also likely he's just too exhausted to want to fight about it, not when he has her back on this impossible spaceship, of all places.
Her touch on his arm feels solid, and before he can stop himself, he's bringing his own hands up to unfasten his visor, though he's slower to relinquish the military formality that's built into his posture. He's only removed his headgear sparingly since arrival, not knowing where all of the security cameras are and half-convinced that he's strapped to a chair in Talon's basement being probed for intel through some kind of elaborate situation. Now that he's come to terms with the fact that this is real, talking to Ana without a mask between them feels like the least he can do.]
I'd heard things. I was on my way to find you when I ended up here.
[The solo vigilante gig isn't bad. He's good at it, all things considered, but the instant he caught wind of someone who might have been Ana, 76 was willing to drop everything for the infinitesimal chance to have her at his side again. He likes to think that if he'd known she was out there, he'd do his best to get a message through. Without being sure, going to Giza in person was the next best thing.]
Were you looking for me?
[Now that he knows Ana has been alive this whole time, it seems reasonable to assume that she's been keeping tabs on him the moment he popped up in the news.]
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[That's what hurts. 76 is fully aware that if Ana wanted to let him know she was alive, there were a multitude of ways she could have done it. The fact that she hadn't--that for years, she'd allowed him to believe he got her killed--should make him angrier, but he thinks he understands a little better now that he's done it himself.
It's also likely he's just too exhausted to want to fight about it, not when he has her back on this impossible spaceship, of all places.
Her touch on his arm feels solid, and before he can stop himself, he's bringing his own hands up to unfasten his visor, though he's slower to relinquish the military formality that's built into his posture. He's only removed his headgear sparingly since arrival, not knowing where all of the security cameras are and half-convinced that he's strapped to a chair in Talon's basement being probed for intel through some kind of elaborate situation. Now that he's come to terms with the fact that this is real, talking to Ana without a mask between them feels like the least he can do.]
I'd heard things. I was on my way to find you when I ended up here.
[The solo vigilante gig isn't bad. He's good at it, all things considered, but the instant he caught wind of someone who might have been Ana, 76 was willing to drop everything for the infinitesimal chance to have her at his side again. He likes to think that if he'd known she was out there, he'd do his best to get a message through. Without being sure, going to Giza in person was the next best thing.]
Were you looking for me?
[Now that he knows Ana has been alive this whole time, it seems reasonable to assume that she's been keeping tabs on him the moment he popped up in the news.]