"This is not happening" Angela muttered. She shook her head and strode past Einar. "Even for me this is wrong! What the hell is- so screwed up"

"Maybe whatever One did to us is having some lasting effects?"

"Oh. Thank you. So helpful. Now, please fuck off"

"Do you want me to?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want me to leave?"

"Yes!" Angela glared at him. "No! I mean. Just… this is so unfair" she felt the fight go out of her body and slumped down into a chair. "2 years. 2 years I went alone with nobody else, I had to fight my battles alone. I lost everything that mattered to me. And now, just when I have a chance to get something back, you pop into my head!" She shuddered. "I was alone, Einar. So very alone" her shaking had come back, and her breathing felt laboured and far too quick. She looked up at him. She took in his red hair, how she had preferred it. Medium length, held back. Calm green eyes, and a gentle face. It was as she remembered him, and how she wanted to remember him.

"Angela, I'm sorry" He muttered. "I truly am. To think that I left you like that-

"Oh, you're sorry?" Angela left out a mirthless laugh. "You're sorry? For what, dying?"

"Do you forgive me?" Einar replied. Angela didn't respond, only glared. The silence thickened between the two, and Angela tried to force down her frustration.

"That girl is the one you mean?" Einar asked. "The pretty one with short hair?" He smiled. "I like her"

"Of course you do" Angela snorted. "You're a part of me"

"You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that"

"Of course I do" Angela muttered. She gave a small laugh. "Fucking hell, this is the first time in years. Since the Matterhorn, you broke my record. I should be stronger than this" She stood up. "For god's sake, I killed the head of a Black Ops team and stormed a Yakuza stronghold before crippling a Terrorist leader and stopping a riot!" At this point she began to pace, her voice rising as the spectre watched. "And I did it alone! I didn't need you to do it, I didn't need Lena. All I needed was me, and I was fine on my own!" She waited for him to reply, and when he didn't she threw her hands out up "Well!?"

"What do you want me to say, Angela" He replied. His voice calm and measured, Angela knew he got like that when he was either angry or very concerned. "We both knew that without me you'd have done great. You didn't need me is what you mean. You never did"

"... I didn't say that" she replied. It hit her hard to hear that, far more than she expected. "I never-. I never meant it. I-

"You were upset. It's okay, I get it"

"No it isn't!" She shook her head. "For god's sake, I was a mess. It hurt. But I thought I was getting over it. I thought it wasn't going to hurt so much and now this happens!" She set her jaw. "I'm going to tell Zarya, and Zen. I'm going to get you out of my head and finish this shit off!"

"No, you're not" he replied. "And I wish you would. But since Zen told you that-

"Yeah yeah. I know you were there. Dodgy bastard"

He gave a small laugh. "I wasn't really there though, was I?"

"God" Angela sat down next to him, shakily reaching out to see if he could truly touch him. She laughed gently. "At this point, I might have to dig up your corpse and make sure we buried the right person"

"You that desperate for a stiff one?" Einar replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

And despite herself, Angela laughed.