Ana had scanned the building tops, the windows, and the city streets for days: nothing regarding Genji ever appeared. She'd been looking for him in Illios for 2 weeks. She finally contacted Jack.

"He's not here. I asked a few others, but the rumor was just that."

"That's fine. We have a situation here, and I need you to come back, anyways."

"What happened?"

"Alice is here, and Gabe's twins, with Locarno, Lucio's son." Ana cursed in Arabic.

"I'll be at the evac point as soon as I can." She was there in 20 minutes, and Lena was already there. Ana was in the cockpit in a flash, and they were in the air in less than a minute.

"I didn't know Commander Morrison had a daughter…" Lena began.

"She was only 3 when he was declared deceased. He didn't tell anyone: I only know because I watched his funeral, and Angela knows because she was there." Ana explained.

"And Reaper's kids, as in plural?" Lena asked, clearly confused as to how that was even possible.

"Most likely very long story I don't know." Ana admitted. "He never mentioned them to me, and until you mentioned them, I didn't know he even had a relationship with Widow."

"…I never mentioned that." Lena stated. Ana chuckled.

"I knew they were close, but not like that." *I don't think anyone knew they were that close.* "Widow is the only one it would make any sense with."

"That's true, I suppose. They were teammates." *In more ways than you know.* The rest of the flight passed in silence, and Ana was off in an instant, going straight to Jack's office. She didn't knock, knowing both Reaper and Jack would be inside. She was correct.

"So, what's the plan with the children?"

"Right now, we're keeping them as much in the dark as we can, and trying to keep a distance." Ana looked at Jack in shock.

"And you think that will work? Have you never worked with a child before?"

"I worked with Pharah." He shrugged. *That girl had both of them wrapped around her pinky finger.*

"And did you keep her in the dark?"

"Yes." Reaper scoffed.

"That's why she liked me handling her better." Jack looked offended, but Ana stated

"It's true. Speaking of Fareeha, she requested semi-permanent leave from Helix. If she receives it, she'll join. If not, she won't, but we have 4 children to handle right now. They are curious, and not as clueless as they would have you to believe. Alice would be…17, right?"

"Next month." Jack stated, starting to pace.

"And Locarno?"

"18, pretty recently, I'm guessing." Reaper stated, cracking his knuckles. It seemed slower than usual, but Ana didn't question it. "My twins are 10 as of yesterday." He answered the unasked question.

"So two of them are less than 2 years from being adults, even if you don't want to admit it. They are old enough to make their own decisions in any case. Tell them the truth, and let them decide what do to."

"And the twins?" Jack asked.

"If they are anything like their parents-"

"S***, I hope not." Reaper grumbled under his breath.

"If they are, they're mature enough to make a decision. Tell them the truth, let them decide what they want to do, and make sure you let them do that." Jack nodded, but Ana could tell he had reservations about the idea. Reaper didn't even respond. "Gabriel, does Amelie know they are here?"

"No. She was in the firing range, and I don't talk to her there."

"I'll handle it, then. Now, figure out how you are going to explain it without terrifying them: either Angela or I will be supervising." Ana warned.

"Yes, ma'am." Reaper just shrugged. Ana walked out, towards the firing range. She found Amelie loading, firing, and reloading away. She had 4 targets lined up right behind each other, and there was only one hole as 48 shell cases were on the ground. *Wow. She actually improved.*

"Amelie." Widow just glanced, continuing to fire right into the center.

"Ana Amari." She replied coolly. Her breathing was even, eye never wavering off of the target.

"It seems I was lucky."

"Oui." *That's why she's being cold: she's frustrated I survived.*

"How many weren't so lucky?" Amelie stopped firing, looking at Ana.

"I don't count." Ana looked over the stone-hard killer.

"…What did they do to you?"

"Make a remorseless killer who never hesitates." She paused. "Non, you taught me that. You forgot your own rule." Ana bit back a sharp response, knowing it wouldn't even affect the woman.

"I wasn't expecting you. You killed 4 good people that day." Widow began picking up the shells.

"It doesn't matter what's at the end of the scope: a target or a being." Ana felt her stomach churn. *I can't believe this is the same woman I helped train.* She stated as simply as she could, horrorstruck,

"Gerald was a fool to love you." She could have sworn the killer's face begin to change expression, then freeze in place as she disassembled her gun.

"You didn't know him that well." She began to walk out, and Ana said,

"Your children are here. You should talk to them."

"Why is that?" Ana paused.

"…They are your children."

"Oui, but I am not their mother." Ana watched the woman disappear, glued into place by her last words. *How can anyone be so heartless as to just not care?* She began walking around, wandering wherever her feet took her in the base, and she paused at Reaper's room. *He's always inside here, Jack's office, or the training room…* She opened the door, and saw standard military quarters: no personal effects or even a book. There was only a single dresser out of place with one of the drawers broken. *That is bizarre…*

"What, Ana?" She turned, slamming her fist into Reaper's jaw. Her fist went right through, and she retracted. He solidized again. "What?"

"…Do you really not have anything personal in your own room?" He opened the broken drawer, pulling out a way too big sweater. "…I gave you that when I first learned to knit…"

"Your stitching is still awful: too tight or too loose." He chided, putting the sweater away. *I can't believe he kept it.*