If not for Fareeha, too many of Ana's warmest memories would be from the Crisis. She doesn't know what that says about her, or any of them, that the war had been the thing to bring them together and peace had been enough to take it all apart.

"I don't know about that." Is all she says to his compliment. He looks good, for a man his age, and only Reinhardt could say something so ridiculous with such cheerful sincerity. She's sorry to see his smile go, even if it's one that he's been fighting to keep. But this needs to be done. Wounds need to be repaired, even if they've already been allowed to fester too long.

What he says catches her completely off guard. Anger and accusations are things that she deserves, after everything. Why weren't you there for me? is something she's prepared to answer. She's not ready for Why didn't you let me be there for you? Her steps falter.

"Oh, Reinhardt." She stops where she is, her hand over her mouth. She's not going to cry. She decided that already. "It wasn't something that even your shield could protect me from."