Reinhardt had been considering the 'fight club'. Only considering it. He knows it's money, but as a knight, he also knows his competing in such cage matches might be greatly skewed in his favor. He's that overconfident. But even if he didn't fight, he might still go to watch the others. To learn just how outclasses he was as a warrior. But it's not a decision he makes yet, because this is his first night watching the strange sun set in a strange world.
It's not as magical as he always imaged it to be.
He hears steps coming near to him, but he thinks nothing of it. Perhaps another person, wanting to see that sunset. He doesn't turn at first. Not until he hears it. It's a sound he's heard so many times in the past on the coms, in his dreams, in his nightmares, one of the many many sounds of those he had lost.
Still, he remains with his back to her until she speaks. He had known it was her, but he didn't know if he could face her yet. He's a coward for that. He should have gone after her the moment he had found out from Morrison...no...76....that she was still alive as well. But he had left it alone then. It's not for him to decide when she sees him.
He swallows down the bitterness and grief he felt in knowing the truth and he turns. His hands quietly balling into tight fists at his sides to keep them still. To help him keep his emotions in check. But like with Jack...76...he'll never get used to that, seeing her is like he had just been punched hard in the gut.
Reinhardt takes a long breath, hands tightening. Tightening. He tries to keep the hurt and betrayal from his good eye and he finally manages. "Hello, Ana." Then all that tension falls away because he knows this is unfair for the both of them and he smiles a very weak, pained smile. "Its...been a while. You look...good."
Ana Amari
Reinhardt had been considering the 'fight club'. Only considering it. He knows it's money, but as a knight, he also knows his competing in such cage matches might be greatly skewed in his favor. He's that overconfident. But even if he didn't fight, he might still go to watch the others. To learn just how outclasses he was as a warrior. But it's not a decision he makes yet, because this is his first night watching the strange sun set in a strange world.
It's not as magical as he always imaged it to be.
He hears steps coming near to him, but he thinks nothing of it. Perhaps another person, wanting to see that sunset. He doesn't turn at first. Not until he hears it. It's a sound he's heard so many times in the past on the coms, in his dreams, in his nightmares, one of the many many sounds of those he had lost.
Still, he remains with his back to her until she speaks. He had known it was her, but he didn't know if he could face her yet. He's a coward for that. He should have gone after her the moment he had found out from Morrison...no...76....that she was still alive as well. But he had left it alone then. It's not for him to decide when she sees him.
He swallows down the bitterness and grief he felt in knowing the truth and he turns. His hands quietly balling into tight fists at his sides to keep them still. To help him keep his emotions in check. But like with Jack...76...he'll never get used to that, seeing her is like he had just been punched hard in the gut.
Reinhardt takes a long breath, hands tightening. Tightening. He tries to keep the hurt and betrayal from his good eye and he finally manages. "Hello, Ana." Then all that tension falls away because he knows this is unfair for the both of them and he smiles a very weak, pained smile. "Its...been a while. You look...good."