There was a slow but audible sound of wood creaking, the temperature of the room no longer so chilled; growing higher in temperature as Reaper stared back at McCree. Silent and expression unchanging, save for a certain intensity behind the eyes. Some cold heatβ
Which matched the glow of fire that flashed before remaining in ribbons around him, cracking along his own flesh as lips curled to bare sharp teeth in some strange grin. The room growing dark other than the light brought with the intense heat of fire, crackling in the air, the shape of large and just as fire cracked shadow wings just unfurled in the area behind him, leaning close as his grip on the bionic arm never grew tighter.
"You are no better than those people in Overwatch, those higher up who passed those orders and expected me to do nothing." Eyes never leaving McCree, those shadows behind him in danger of being swallowed by Reaper's own darkness that filled the room. Voice steady, cold anger there- "You left a drowning man, ingrate, and say you offered a hand to a man who was slowly having everything he built ripped from under him.
"Then throw accusation after accusation once something you don't like has been done." There was a laugh, the fire growing brighter and hotter, remaining around Reaper and never daring to go near the cowboy himself, the scent of marigolds and ash creeping in. "How little did you care to do so this easily? To act like I had a choice, that I could run from a sinking ship and leave everyone else? To save myself?"
Still he worked, cloth dropped once that last big of gunk was cleaned out. "You're welcome to run to the rest of them, Ingrate. Keep your company of corruption while I do what I've been good at.
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Which matched the glow of fire that flashed before remaining in ribbons around him, cracking along his own flesh as lips curled to bare sharp teeth in some strange grin. The room growing dark other than the light brought with the intense heat of fire, crackling in the air, the shape of large and just as fire cracked shadow wings just unfurled in the area behind him, leaning close as his grip on the bionic arm never grew tighter.
"You are no better than those people in Overwatch, those higher up who passed those orders and expected me to do nothing." Eyes never leaving McCree, those shadows behind him in danger of being swallowed by Reaper's own darkness that filled the room. Voice steady, cold anger there- "You left a drowning man, ingrate, and say you offered a hand to a man who was slowly having everything he built ripped from under him.
"Then throw accusation after accusation once something you don't like has been done." There was a laugh, the fire growing brighter and hotter, remaining around Reaper and never daring to go near the cowboy himself, the scent of marigolds and ash creeping in. "How little did you care to do so this easily? To act like I had a choice, that I could run from a sinking ship and leave everyone else? To save myself?"
Still he worked, cloth dropped once that last big of gunk was cleaned out. "You're welcome to run to the rest of them, Ingrate. Keep your company of corruption while I do what I've been good at.
"Someone has to play the bad guy."