"HEROES NEVER DIE!"
A golden burst erupts from the staff, and engulfs her body. As it fades away, her body glows, but nothing else happens.
Did I mess up?
Oh, no.
Softly, she begins to breathe again. Her eyes open, and she slowly sits up. She looks... lost. "Oh... uh... hello? Who are you?" she says, her voice quiet.
She... she forgot us. Angela would know who we were, even if she were delirious.
I really screwed this up.
"Actually, who am I, for that matter? I feel like this is something I should know, but I don't..."
"Do you remember anything?" I ask her. I can barely restrain the quiver of sadness in my voice.
"Not really...? No names, or things like that. Just that you guys are... familiar."
She sees how heartbroken I look, and moves a little closer, trying to comfort me.
Everything she knew is gone, yet she knows to trust me.
"Angela? Are you sure you don't remember anything? You're acting like you remember at least some things." Genji says, metallic voice breaking the silence.
"Hmm...? Are you talking to me...? Wait, of course you are!" she replies, with a small laugh that feels too out-of-place. "Neither of you seem to have forgotten. So my name's Angela... it seems right. There's this haze in my mind, blocking everything inside away from me. But some things, I'm compelled to do despite that. Things like keeping you two happy and safe. Still... could you two at least tell me your names again? It's a little weird, wanting to protect you without even really knowing who you are."
"I am Genji Shimada. You probably don't have any recollection of it, but you saved my life after my brother almost killed me."
"And I am Fareeha Amari. We've known each other for twenty years, ever since you joined Overwatch. Despite not seeing each other for most of that time, we were still close friends when Overwatch reformed, a few months ago."
"No wonder I feel like I need to keep you guys safe... If we've known each other as long as you say, it makes sense!" Her face lights up, glowing in a way I haven't seen since we first reunited.
Suddenly, a loud whirring breaks our conversation. Our ride back to our base is here, signaling the battle is over. The loud, familiar, British voice yells over a speaker system. "'Ay, loves! Get movin'! We're about to go in and we need you guys back at the base!"
Ah, Lena. Never thought I'd be happier to hear her yelling at us to leave for the recon team to get in.
Too bad we're going home with a friend who can barely remember her own name anymore.
