A/N: In stories, some scenes are told rather than shown and vice versa depending on how important it is to the story and whether the author things the readers need and/or want to see something. But for this chapter, this was something I wanted to write and it's not super relevant to the story. If you want to skip this chapter and move on with the main plot of the story, feel free to. But if you do read this, I'd appreciate your opinion on whether you liked this and you want more or if you would have rather went on with the main plot. I had fun writing this, so I wouldn't mind.

As the two girls strode on a dirt trail, Brigitte in front and DVa behind, alongside a mountain to their left under the blue sky, Dva took a deep breath. "Brigitte?"

"Hmm?" Brigitte hummed.

"I just have a curious question. What's your home like?"

"Home?"

"Yeah, where do you live?"

Brigitte starred off as she walked. They made a turn around a steep side of the mountain, revealing a shallow lake filled with moss and other algae surrounded by shrubs. The view beyond was more or less the same with turrets on mountains, red and brown earth, and shrubs. "Well, I can call several places 'home'. First is the RV Rein and I ride in. It's old and worn down: coffee stains and oil on the living room rug, rips in most of the furniture with cotton spewing from them, the smell of whatever we last ate in the air, that sort of environment. When we do odd jobs for work wherever we can, Rein will now and then see a situation he can't help but get involved with and fight, so most of our funds go towards repairing his armor. I've wanted a bed instead of the sofa we have, but what can I do with the big guy." She happily sighed. "We also have a room that's something like a make-shift forge I created. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call that room 'home' as well, since I spend hours in it.

"The second place is the house where I grew up in while young, in Gothenburg, Sweden. I'm the youngest out of three older brothers, but we also have two cats. Papa was home much more often than mama before the recall, so I came up sort of like a Tomboy. I spent most of my time in the garage, working next to Papa and kind of using Winter—our white cat—for a whole bunch of tests for the things I created. She was that one kind of cat to knock things over without a care and just flop in front of you for attention, so I basically waited for her to come in to the garage to be lazy and built armor for her. I started building a jetpack for her, but I never finished it since I became Rein's squire and recall and all that."

The trail disappeared into a patch of shrubs and trees. They bent beneath branches and hopped from one fluffy shrub to another as she continued:

"The last place is Eichenwalde in Germany. The abandoned castle there has Balderich's armor on the throne and its sort of like a grave marker."

"Who's Balderich?" DVa asked.

Brigitte frowned. "He's…he was a friend of Reinhardt's back when he was a Crusader. I 'ought to let Rein tell you about him if you're more curious."

"Oh, it's ok!" DVa said quickly. "I didn't know he was someone that personal."

Brigitte nodded. "Yeah. We try and pay a visit at least once a year, preferably on the anniversary of his death. We stay usually for a few days; it's usually the best time for R&R. Sad that the last visit was cut short due to recall, but hey, 'not all armor is forged the way we want it.' Truthfully, 'home' is more of whom I'm with rather than where I am since I'm usually not in the same locale for more than a day. Ah, sorry for dragging on. You were probably expecting something less, huh?"

"No, no!" DVa exclaimed. "It was interesting! I didn't think you'd have personal places spread out like that. I think it's cool! Kind of like one of the side characters in 'The Vengeful Vagabond'!"

Brigitte pretended to understand what that meant. The terrain switched from shrubs all over to rocks all over. She made a mental note to herself to pay attention to where she shifted her weight as her boots slid around with most of her steps, scratching the ground. She glanced back at DVa, who was letting her arms dangle with the bags and eyeing the ground. She figured she'd be sluggish under the weight of the food, but her gait was steady and balanced. "What about you, if you don't mind me asking."

"My home." She said it as if it was a curse. "Right now, it's the MEKA base in Busan, South Korea. Two omnic monstrosity incidents ago, it was in an apartment in the built-up city of Pohang, in the Yeongnam region. The city was divided into two gu, or wards, and I lived in Buk-gu, or the northern one. It was a compact place close to poverty, with homes on the second floor of private businesses, local restaurants packed with nearby residents, buses and trains running every half an hour to public and private schools miles away, that sort of city. Pretty cloudy on some days, too. I grew up as a single child, and I was fortunate enough to have my own room. My father fought in the airforce in several of the monstrosity incidents and my mother was a network administrator, so we were considered 'rich.'

"Then the monstrosity came down to Pohang. Previous attacks destroyed other coastal cities like Sokcho, Gangneung, and Donghae and tsunamis wiped the shores of everywhere, but we were farther inland. And…" DVa paused for a moment. Brigitte didn't dare look back or say anything, especially since she wasn't sure what would make it better. "Well, Pohang was destroyed. I was rescued by a government after-effect program and raised as an orphan by MEKA, a sister organization to MMAB, or Military Manpower Administration Busan. So now, home is Busan.

"Busan is similar to what was Pohang, except probably cleaner on the streets. It was also after that incident the monstrosity disabled the auto-pilot mechanics to the mechs, so since Jeong knew about my skills at video games, he trained me to pilot them along with learning how to use all other sorts of equipment. I stay in the city's barracks established for emergencies quite often."

Brigitte thought hard on what to say as they strode in silence after that. To say "sorry" seemed rude as that was like Wow, your life sucked! And to somehow compliment her would seem like she chose to go through all of that. As the rocks went down on an incline to the edge of the mucky lake, all Brigitte could think to say was, "I…I'm honored you'd tell me all of that. I'm glad you're comfortable enough to share that with me."

"You shared what your home is like," DVa pointed out as they hopped from one large, flat rock to another. "So it seemed alright to share what mine is like."

Did what she shared have the same weight as hers? Brigitte thought not, but she didn't mention that. As they reached the edge of the large, which lightly caressed the rocks they stood on, DVa said, "I feel like my life is an RPG game. I wished I was given a super mech."

"MEKA has super mechs?" Brigitte asked surprisingly.

"No. It'd be cool if they did, though."

"Oh."

The atmosphere seemed lighter but didn't seem light enough for a casual statement. Plus, Brigitte was itching to say something. She took a small breath. "Places and things can be destroyed, but as long as there's people, they can always be rebuilt."

DVa laughed weakly. "Sounds like Reinhardt from years ago."

"I may have stolen that line from him. He says it about every time we visit Eichenwalde."

Brigitte didn't turn around but kept her eyes on the rocks to make sure she didn't skid into the green-indigo water to her right. She wasn't sure if that helped or not and it seemed harder to meet DVa's eyes at the moment.

But as the terrain shifted from rocks to a dirt path beneath a few trees and away from the lake, now surrounded by shrubs, DVa sighed and thumped. Brigitte turned to see her on her knees, looking through one of the bags. The sun beaming down on her air made it look hot red and small beads of sweat were starting to form on her face. "Pause. Need to refill my stamina points."

"DVa, we've only been walking for an hour, though."

DVa jaw dropped, and all of a sudden, Brigitte's caution was replaced with happiness. "Ten more hours to go for today!"

DVa grunted, her cheeks slightly puffing out, as Brigitte came and sat next to her. "Why is this game of life's difficulty stuck on 'legendary'? How do I access settings?"

"No idea." Brigitte leaned forward, looking into the same bag as DVa. "How much more French toast you got in there?"