Frustrations,

[ziegleresque]

What do you mean you're alright? Have you bumped your head again? How long has it been?
A couple of years? Do I really need to go on, dear...
[ Her hands pull up to her face, fingertips dragging down at her lower lids. There was clear discomfort playing across her features. ]
I swear, if I am stuck here, forgotten, you're not going to be a hero anymore.
[ Heroes never die sounded like a sudden threat then, the way Angela was implying it. ]

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[waywarddreams]

Please do not stress yourself out, Dr Ziegler. You do not need to worry. Regardless of whatever happens, your name shall shine within books as the brilliant heart of Overwatch for many years to come.

[ _{He reads her completely wrong. For some odd reason he thinks shes worried about being forgotten by anyone in their world, rather than being forgotten about by any rper. At least he is sincere, and his words, tender.} ]

[ziegleresque]

[ Her eyes flick towards that familiar voice, and her worries - and annoyed - creases smooth out across her features. Dr. Ziegler.. Genji Shimada. Oh, how many have misunderstood this man before her. Thinking he was harsh, evil, when in reality he was just ... Small, and shy. So shy.. And naive. ]
You're looking better, Genji. [ Even though he hadn't changed much since she'd seen him last. The perks of being a cyborg, she presumed. The look she gives him is thoughtful, before she's looking past him. ]
My name will only shine while I help others, without people like you, my work would be all for naught.

..
Sometimes. [ She's flashing a toothy grin now, before holding her arms out for him. hug mi ]

[waywarddreams]

[ _{A noise of exclamation as he dips his head at the pleasantries in a short, polite bow--} ]

You are looking wonderful too, Angela. [ _{Attempting to shove some warmth into his voice; he was awkward and worried just as much as she did about the health and safety of the people he cared about. Genji's gaze raises to once more reach hers as he slowly acknowledges her movements-- she wanted a hug. The woman had taught him how to deliver the action onto others when he was learning to move, he remembers fondly, and taking a step towards her to close the gap...} ]

Sometimes? Your work is needed all the time, Doctor. Your relentless and tireless pursuit to aid those in need is always admirable.

[ _{He finds the courage to gently wrap his arms around her; gently so, as if he feared hurting her even after all this time and practice.} ]

[ziegleresque]

[ It was comforting to see that he had retained some of the pleasantries that she had taught him. Especially his hugs. Despite his cyborg body, what should be cold metal, he was still quite warm. ]

[ The area around them was a bit chilly - where in the world, she did not know. A giant meadow, almost a perfect circle all the way around, full of flowers. It reminded her of home.. Wit trees so high she had to crane her neck up to see them. ]

Any idea of where we are, Genji? [ It was not like anything she'd seen before, but .. To be honest, did she really mind that she did not know where they were? That was a question she couldn't quite answer yet. ]

Although lovely. The pink flowers remind me of your home in Hanamura, [ She hoped that still wasn't a sore subject. After a moment, she is pulling from him and offering the cyborg a smile. ]

Now, are you going to keep praising me, or shall we take a look around?

[waywarddreams]

[ _{He lets her go, fingers curling at her side. The contact always felt so pleasant, but with the absence of flesh... sometimes it could feel so empty. The man decides not to dwell on that, grinding his metallic teeth against his natural ones. It was the little things. The looks to the left and right, all about, and stares in wonderment at the bluest sky hanging above their heads.} ]

It is quite all right; Hanamura is no longer my home. [ _{Came the stoic but soft response, his visor turning to the woman now... Genji gives a low rolling laugh, that so oft sounds like a purr of sorts.} ] As if you would reject my praises...! Its beautiful here... I almost wonder if its real or not.

[ _{He bends down to a crouch, pressing his hands against a cluster of sprightly flowers blossomed in an array of colours and ran his hand across them...} ]

[ziegleresque]

[ Not much seemed to pass by her, being one that always had to be on the lookout for discomfort - even if no one offered her a second glance upon being hurt - so the grinding didn't pass unnoticed. Her expression was still soft, but she would offer no pity, only offering her presence. A friend was the best medicine sometimes. ]
The green rivals the color of your dragons, no? [ She plucks a strand of grass and holds it up to his glowing, green optics. ] But... Not as graceful in flowing, I would say.

[ The way the sun was hitting her felt amazing, and she couldn't help but fall back onto the ground, stretching her arms out wide. ] Do ..

[ She peers at him, blue eyes searching a mask that she would have no way of reading, relying only on his body motions .. ] Do you miss it sometimes? I remember your transitions from those years ago but .. [ She pauses, throat suddenly dry, like she knew she could be overstepping some boundaries. ] You appear to be handling things a lot better ..