[ The uprising. It's one of the last things that Overwatch did before everything fall into pieces, and even then it hadn't been a sanctioned mission. Gabriel had been only one of the factors that had contributed to Jack's ultimate decision to send the strike team in. At that point they'd been on shaky ground with Gabriel, to say the least, but they'd still been a team. They'd all worked together to walk the strike team through the mission, and the three of them had ensured that it was a success, ultimate consequences bedamned.
Eight years. It feels like so much longer than that. Looking at Gabriel and hearing his voice is never going to stop being surreal, like looking into a warped image of the past. Is this the man he'd known? When had he stopped knowing him? When had it all gone so sour? Even now, Jack doesn't know that he'll ever get the answers to those questions.
He's pretty sure that he and Ana will be on the same page when it comes to what they'll tell Gabriel (or rather, what they won't tell him), but it's something they can discuss in more detail later.
Gabriel sets down the ultimatum that he needs to remove the visor, and Jack makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Already Gabriel's making demands, though he can guess that there's a practical reason for it too. He isn't going to say anything that confidential without seeing his face. The fact that Ana is here with him should be proof enough that he's Jack, but...
He glances to Ana, exchanging a look. She stares right back at him and lowers her chin slightly.
With a sigh, Jack reaches up to press in the releases on the visor, then lets the front piece drop into his hands, revealing his face. He stares Gabriel down with eyes that are just as blue as always, even if the rest of his face has aged considerably from what Gabriel will remember. The scarring doesn't help. ]
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Eight years. It feels like so much longer than that. Looking at Gabriel and hearing his voice is never going to stop being surreal, like looking into a warped image of the past. Is this the man he'd known? When had he stopped knowing him? When had it all gone so sour? Even now, Jack doesn't know that he'll ever get the answers to those questions.
He's pretty sure that he and Ana will be on the same page when it comes to what they'll tell Gabriel (or rather, what they won't tell him), but it's something they can discuss in more detail later.
Gabriel sets down the ultimatum that he needs to remove the visor, and Jack makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Already Gabriel's making demands, though he can guess that there's a practical reason for it too. He isn't going to say anything that confidential without seeing his face. The fact that Ana is here with him should be proof enough that he's Jack, but...
He glances to Ana, exchanging a look. She stares right back at him and lowers her chin slightly.
With a sigh, Jack reaches up to press in the releases on the visor, then lets the front piece drop into his hands, revealing his face. He stares Gabriel down with eyes that are just as blue as always, even if the rest of his face has aged considerably from what Gabriel will remember. The scarring doesn't help. ]
Answer the damn question.