[ Reyes. It is Reyes. He knows it is. He can't forget this man. Could never forget him. That's why the confusion and hurt is so strong when he finds himself coming face to face with one of Gabriel's guns. He does slow down to a stop, blinking away the tears in his one good eye.
It's not because he's afraid of those guns. He never has been. He's always been that crazy guy that goes full tilt at the things shooting at him, shield in hand and a laugh on his lips. It's just that tone and the fact that he hasn't seen this man in so so long that forced him to stop.
Only for a moment though, as Reinhardt does dare to take another step forward. Six years. It's been six years since he buried the empty coffin of Gabriel Reyes. ] It's you? It's really really you? You're...alive. [ A pause because he knows Jack and Ana had been faking it... ] What year is it for you?
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It's not because he's afraid of those guns. He never has been. He's always been that crazy guy that goes full tilt at the things shooting at him, shield in hand and a laugh on his lips. It's just that tone and the fact that he hasn't seen this man in so so long that forced him to stop.
Only for a moment though, as Reinhardt does dare to take another step forward. Six years. It's been six years since he buried the empty coffin of Gabriel Reyes. ] It's you? It's really really you? You're...alive. [ A pause because he knows Jack and Ana had been faking it... ] What year is it for you?