[Does it matter? He's sure it does, in some way, or else they wouldn't be seeing them in the trees. The people they see are here for a reason, so it must matter in some way...
But the chase, the regrets, the choking feelings of regret and desperation. Is that something they should simply disregard?
He thinks of Zenyatta, of talking about the merits of accepting the discord within yourself and finding harmony in the chaos, and he wonders what he would say of a forest like this.]
I see my father. And my brother.
[He turns, giving Angela her privacy, the green glow of his visor lighting up the mist.
He wonders if out there is the man he used to be. He lost himself then, too. ]
They run from me as well, but I think that's what they'd do anyways.
[Again, his tone is light. He's a different man then he used to be. He's changed. He can see the humor in things again, and there's a small, soft laugh.]
You didn't do a very good job of losing me if I'm talking to you right now.
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But the chase, the regrets, the choking feelings of regret and desperation. Is that something they should simply disregard?
He thinks of Zenyatta, of talking about the merits of accepting the discord within yourself and finding harmony in the chaos, and he wonders what he would say of a forest like this.]
I see my father. And my brother.
[He turns, giving Angela her privacy, the green glow of his visor lighting up the mist.
He wonders if out there is the man he used to be. He lost himself then, too. ]
They run from me as well, but I think that's what they'd do anyways.
[Again, his tone is light. He's a different man then he used to be. He's changed. He can see the humor in things again, and there's a small, soft laugh.]
You didn't do a very good job of losing me if I'm talking to you right now.