Angela directed Jack, Alice, and Reaper to the graveyard hesitantly. The funeral for Patricia had already occurred, but she wanted them to say goodbye. She purposely avoided their own graves, but Reaper went right to his empty gravesite. Angela winced in memory of the funeral. She couldn't tell anyone Gabriel was alive: they would take him and experiment on him, or worse. She had to figure out how to fix her mistake alone. *That didn't work at all. He hates me now, and will never trust me again…* She took the quiet Soldier and his daughter to the gravestone. "I'll leave you two alone. I'm sorry." Jack nodded slightly, and Alice nodded firmly. She walked over to an old friend's grave: Lieutenant Holly Smith. She had to have a closed casket funeral: a sniper had shot her in the back of the skull when she was leaving the pet adoption center. She had no idea who had done it. To her surprise, there was a white lily on the grave, laid out right over where Holly's hands were crossed on her chest. "Was ist das?" Reaper stated from over by his grave,

"There's flowers on mine, too." Angela walked over. A bouquet of 5 flowers were on his grave, right were the hands would be. She frowned: the flowers were less than a day old.

"That's odd." Reaper shrugged, walking off to another grave with white lilies. Angela followed him towards it. the name sounded familiar, but Angela couldn't place it. "Who was Gerald Lacroix?"

"Widow's husband." Angela suddenly recognized the name: she had cared for him after an explosion, then his throat was slit 2 months after he had gotten out of the hospital. "Why did you want me to come?" Angela shook her head clear.

"I wanted you to see your memorial." Reaper crossed his arm, but followed her calmly. She entered the building, and gestured to a few pictures and items people had given to the small collection. "It's not much, but you didn't like pictures, and not many people had gifts from you." He picked up a small knife off the table, looking at the other items. "What's that?" Angela asked.

"Gift to someone." He tossed it back onto the table.

"Who?" She asked with a smile. He didn't usually talk about kind things he'd done for people.

"Amanda Richards." Angela frowned.

"I was the ME for that woman. Her jugular was…" She trailed off as the injuries ran through her memory: they were all moves Reaper had done before. "…She looked horrified…"

"She was." Angela froze, completely terrified at the concept Reaper killed one of his closest friends from Overwatch.

"Why?" Her volume raised to a shout. "Why would you kill that woman? She showed you nothing but respect and love! Why would you kill the poor woman?!"

"What does it matter? She's dead." He retorted, picking up the knife again, slipping it in his pocket. "Should've kept it. Instead, she leaves a good knife to rust in honor of a dead man." He continued looking over the memorial as Angela tried to process what he just revealed.

"…You're a monster now." She felt her back get pressed against the cold marble wall, Reaper's mask ripped off to reveal his rage-filled, brown eyes as he held her off the ground, face to face with the shock and scared doctor.

"Yeah, I am. Guess you should've left me dead, or left more than 2 people a month out of training to guard me." Angela looked at the furious wraith, then looked down at her feet.

"…I'm sorry, Gabriel." He dropped her, and she caught herself on the wall, straightening. He straightened on his mask as she recovered, picking up a sheet of paper and a lit candle holding it down onto the table.

"Jessie visited." Angela frowned. *He was wanted when the memorial was set up. How on earth could he have visited?*

"…That's impossible."

"Receipt for plain bagel, not toasted, nothing on it: candle." He set them back down the way they had been. "Tradition in Mexico."

"The receipt or the candle?" Angela asked honestly, not sure. Reaper just looked at her in annoyance. "Candle it is. That does sound like Jessie." She paused, looking over the memorial herself: it had been several years since she visited it. She saw a raven feather and ashes in an incense burner. "Genji visited here."

"Yeah." He picked up the feather, setting it back down.

"Everyone loved you, Gabriel. How could you kill so many of your friends?" He scoffed.

"Go ahead and act holier than thou. I'm not the only one without a blood free past." Angela looked down.

"I have apologized several times for what I-" Reaper chuckled.

"I'm not talking about what you did to me, doc." Angela frowned, not following. Reaper didn't help much, still looking over the memorial table. *He's talking about the war. What I did in…* Her eyes began watering in remembrance, everything becoming a blur as flames surrounded her mind's eye.

"I did what I had to do for my country, Gabriel! I regret it every day, and if you tell anyone, I'll…I'll…" she rubbed her eyes dry, and when she opened them she saw Reaper within arm's reach, right in front of her face with his head tilted slightly.

"You'll what? Kill me, imprison me, torture? I've gone through everything you can do to me, Angela. Threats only work on people who are afraid." Angela looked down, not sure what she'd do. "I don't blackmail. I'm giving you a warning, Angela."

"…A warning about what?" He looked at her through the side of his mask. She felt his eyes locking onto hers.

"The world Talon is trying to make is dark. You might have to get dark again if you want to finish them for good." Angela nodded in understanding, then paused, asking gingerly,

"…How did you find out about that?" He chuckled, picking up a photo of him, Genji, and Jessie.

"With how much light you make, there's bound to be some dark shadows. I just looked in the right spots."

"…Does Sombra know?" He openly laughed, leaving the monument.

"What do you think?"