Ana was up early in the morning. She grabbed her gun, and headed to the firing range. She past McCree reloading his own gun. "Early practice?"
"Only time the place is empty." He returned. "Lucio's already there, too." Ana paused mid-step, then stopped, facing Jessie. It had been several years since she had seen him, after all.
"Thank you, Jessie. How have you been doing?"
"Same old things, getting blamed for stuff I didn't do, trying to help folks." Ana chuckled.
"That seems to be a common issue with us. Where are you going now?"
"Oh, I was going to help Angela move in with Hana Song."
"…Move in with Hana?"
"Yeah, we were running out of stable rooms, so Morrison's making us get roommates."
"…Who is mine?"
"…I don't think you have one…no, wait, it's Bridgette."
"Oh. I'll talk to her later today about that. Thank you, Jessie. Maybe tomorrow morning, we can practice together?"
"I'd like that after so long, Miss Amari." Ana chuckled.
"Always the charmer. Have a good day, Jessie."
"You, too, ma'am." Ana entered the firing range calmly, and walked across the floor. She felt air brush past her skull, and looked up. A knife was right above her skull, her hat pinned to the wall.
"I'm so sorry, Ana!" Lucio shouted, racing over. "You okay?"
"I'm fine, though my hat is not." She said calmly, looking over to see a shocked teenager standing there.
"Sorry, old lady."
"Locarno!" Ana scowled, looking over the boy. "Sorry again, Ana."
"Who threw the knife?"
"Locarno. He's been practicing, and did improve…a little." She measured the distance between the target and her skull. *6 feet. The boy's stance is terrible, and no respect.* She pulled the knife out of the wall, inspecting it. It was well balanced, with the words 'no te rindas con sangre'. *Spanish.*
"…Where did you get this knife?"
"I found it in the cafeteria." Lucio explained. She smiled, knowing exactly who the knife belonged to. Se threw it, right over Locarno's head, by his side in a few steps. He froze, tensing up.
"I am old, but also experienced. I will not accept your disrespect, Locarno. Am I clear?" The boy nodded, nervous. She pulled the knife out of the wall, then stopped by Locarno. She separated his legs, bending his knees forcefully. "Try that stance, and keep your wrists loose. Good day, Lucio. Good luck, Locarno." She began to leave the room, then paused. "Athena, please move the targets to the other side. I don't want someone else to be less lucky than I was." She nodded to the others, and headed out, checking her hat for damages. *It needs stitches, and I ran out of thread a few months ago…maybe Gabriel kept up his hobby.* She walked right to Reaper's room, knocking quietly. There was no reply, so she opened the door. Reaper had his mask removed, as well as part of his left sleeve. His half-covered in black smoke, half-burned and scarred face still disturbed Ana, and his arm was paler than his natural skin, with purple and green bruises covering the arm. The most disturbing part was his arm had a large bulge in the center of the humorous bone, as if it was broken. He turned away from the door sharply, replacing his mask instantly.
"You should have knocked."
"I did…" She replied at his sharp tone.
"What do you want?" She offered the knife, and he took it slowly, putting it away in its sheaf.
"What does the inscription mean?"
"Don't give up with blood." Ana frowned.
"I've never heard of that analogy."
"It's a family one: don't give up with any blood left." She heard a low growl as he answered. She looked at his arm: he had grabbed the breaking point.
"Gabriel, what are you-" He snapped it back into its rightful place. "…You shouldn't have done that." He growled with a hint of pain,
"It's not the first time I've set them." Ana wanted very much to tell him to talk to Angela, but knew better.
"…Do you have some thread and a needle?" Gabriel paused.
"…Why?" Ana revealed her hat.
"Lucio was trying to train his son how to aim." Gabriel stood up, and Ana heard crackling and pops echo throughout the room. "…What was that?"
"Nothing." He pushed his dresser to the side, revealed a hole in the wall leading to a darkened room. Ana saw him turn on the light, but couldn't see very much of the inside. "Stay out of here. Sky blue, blue jay, navy blue…turquoise…ocean blue." He tossed over a small spool of blue thread, and came out with 2 needles, a spool of green thread, and a bundle of green fabric. "Just get them back when you're done."
"…What are you working on now?" She asked, taking a needle as he unraveled the bundle of fabric.
"Genji's birthday is next week."
"…You remember his birthday?"
"His, Jessie's, a few others." Gabriel shrugged, beginning to stitch calmly. Ana looked at the open, lit hole.
"Does anyone else know you have a hole in your wall to a craft room?"
"Sewing room, not craft. You, Jessie, Genji, and one other are everybody. Jack and Angela know I have one somewhere."
"I don't think Genji can wear clothes with the life support system."
"It's a hoodie: loose enough to not overheat him." He explained. Ana heard a hint of sorrow in his voice.
"…You miss them, don't you?" She asked, setting the sewing supplies to the side.
"No. Ingrates, both of them." He dismissed swiftly, sitting down on his bed.
"I was referring to Jack and Angela." She corrected gently.
"No." His voice went deep and gravelly, and Ana stopped pushing for answers about his emotions.
"It's okay to feel regret."
"Get out." He ordered. Ana didn't want to at all, but stood up in compliance.
"I'll bring them back later."
"…Thanks for the knife."
"Of course. Good day, G-" the door slammed in her face. "Gabriel."