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[Of course she wants to talk. All she ever wanted to do was talk, and his desire to talk had only gone down the more years that passed between them.

Sombra is probably monitoring him. Not that it would change his reply -- she had already solved that mystery.]

i am not going to keep doing this, ana.

[He can't. Won't. Their time is over, and they all have to move on, regardless of whether or not they miss each other's company.]

Then we try another route. I'm not willing to let everything be done.

it's over, ana. it's been over for years.
our methods for dealing with the problems in the world don't align.

[No matter how much Jack claims to miss him, he doubts either of them miss him enough to accept what he is.]

We're not in our world, and I'm not talking about dealing with any problems.
This is about us, nothing else.

maybe not.
but its not a problem exclusive to earth.

if it was that simple, then we wouldn't even be having this conversation.

We'll be having this conversation as long as we need to.
I'm happy to remind you how stubborn I am.

what exactly is your end game here?
if you're worried about morrison, don't be.
i have better things to do than waste my time trying to kill something that doesn't die.

Maybe I'm worried about you.

[oh. there's no answer for a while. really, its too little too late but at the same time--

eventually:]

i'm not in any danger.

I'd be satisfied that you could handle it if you were.

( which doesn't mean that she wouldn't help but that that's not why she's worried )

I'm not expecting anything immediate. Just know that I'm watching. That I'm still here.

( that she cares, not that she's watching in wait of his next step )

[ugh. what the hell is he supposed to do if Doomfist or Widowmaker show up?]

you make it hard to forget.

[jerk.]

Then hopefully you'll remember that when you need to.

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