It’s complicated, just like how it had been back in the day with Blackwatch. They’d been Overwatch’s shadow, had worked on their behalf, but they did it their way and kept their own secrets. The fact that he’s doing much of the same thing now doesn’t sit entirely well with Jesse. Isn’t this all he’s ever done, moving from one group to the next, walking that razor’s edge between independence and subservience? Oh, but it is not the time for thinking like that.
“Overwatch is involved, though comin’ here was my idea. What I mean is…” He holds up his hands, palms up, lifting and lowering them as if they were part of a scale. “Way we’re comin’ to you now, it’s me on behalf of Overwatch. Deadlock doesn’t know except for you.” He lowers one hand, then raises the other. “It’d have to be the same the other way around to be balanced, right? You comin’ to me on behalf of Deadlock. Overwatch doesn’t know.” He lets his hands drop.
“They’d help you out within reason, but some of our team… they don’t realize what it might take to neutralize Talon. And if they won’t do dirty work for that, I can’t guarantee they’ll do whatever it is you want them to. Some of ‘em wouldn’t have any problem helpin’ you secure a route for runnin’ guns through Arizona. Some of the others wouldn’t have it. But again—what they know won’t hurt ‘em. I’ve got more security clearances than most of them anyway. I can get you whatever you ask for.”
If she knew the full extent of it, she may have had a little more compassion for him. It hangs in the air unaddressed though and she keeps her focus on the negotiations. The clarification helps, and she can see his side of things regarding that. "Okay, fine. I hear what you're saying, and I agree to that." The other part is something that's at the heart of the issue she's having with Jesse. Overwatch is willing to turn a blind eye to their crimes so long as they don't fully realize what it takes. She's never had trouble taking the burden of the heat, but there was a reason that many of the cops kept a distance from her and that's because half the time she's taking out the other trash.
"Hypocrisy at its best, right?" It was making her start to crave another cigarette. It could get exhausting doing the dirty work, while others received praise. At least Elizabeth Ashe was no stranger to taking the blame. "If your little group of vigilantes wants to accomplish anything, they'd better start understandin' that you can't protect without gettin' as ugly as the enemy. I seem to recall you understandin' that though. If they want to prevent an all out world war, they'd better start expectin' a Talon war. No wonder you decided to show up and get into the mud, you never minded gettin' your hands dirty. I'll be better off goin' through you for whatever I may need anyway."
With that matter handled, she moved on to the next question he'd brought up. "I don't know whether that would hurt my team more or less. I don't think it would matter too much in the end. I just want to see you beg to come back." The scenario she'd held a glimmer of hope for in her subconscious. "And the list of apologies you owe us is endless. For the heist, for stealin' my bike, for leavin' me behind and never lookin' back. For doin' worse acts of crime, but judgin' what I did in your absence to survive. For rejectin' your family. For rejectin'..." me but she trails off on that one because she can't say it and tries to think of something to add. "...Deadlock and our way of things. The very things you helped create. I may have become leader, but I followed you into this life and now you think you are better than us..." She was starting to feel emotionally, and finally she had to stand again and get another nicotine hit.
Once she breathes in the smoke on her new cigarette she closes her eyes. "It doesn't matter what, you gotta let them know you're sorry. You hurt them. I can tell them that I'm usin' you if you want, but they'll only accept you if they think you're one of them. And this has to look natural for you to get friendly with Deadlock again. Not to mention the other gangs. Even if you don't fuckin' mean it, you gotta make them think you do." She wanted to believe it. Believe that he cared enough to feel sorry for all the pain he caused her, and it pissed her off that he could so easily brush off the things he'd done either willfully or accidentally to them.
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“Overwatch is involved, though comin’ here was my idea. What I mean is…” He holds up his hands, palms up, lifting and lowering them as if they were part of a scale. “Way we’re comin’ to you now, it’s me on behalf of Overwatch. Deadlock doesn’t know except for you.” He lowers one hand, then raises the other. “It’d have to be the same the other way around to be balanced, right? You comin’ to me on behalf of Deadlock. Overwatch doesn’t know.” He lets his hands drop.
“They’d help you out within reason, but some of our team… they don’t realize what it might take to neutralize Talon. And if they won’t do dirty work for that, I can’t guarantee they’ll do whatever it is you want them to. Some of ‘em wouldn’t have any problem helpin’ you secure a route for runnin’ guns through Arizona. Some of the others wouldn’t have it. But again—what they know won’t hurt ‘em. I’ve got more security clearances than most of them anyway. I can get you whatever you ask for.”
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"Hypocrisy at its best, right?" It was making her start to crave another cigarette. It could get exhausting doing the dirty work, while others received praise. At least Elizabeth Ashe was no stranger to taking the blame. "If your little group of vigilantes wants to accomplish anything, they'd better start understandin' that you can't protect without gettin' as ugly as the enemy. I seem to recall you understandin' that though. If they want to prevent an all out world war, they'd better start expectin' a Talon war. No wonder you decided to show up and get into the mud, you never minded gettin' your hands dirty. I'll be better off goin' through you for whatever I may need anyway."
With that matter handled, she moved on to the next question he'd brought up. "I don't know whether that would hurt my team more or less. I don't think it would matter too much in the end. I just want to see you beg to come back." The scenario she'd held a glimmer of hope for in her subconscious. "And the list of apologies you owe us is endless. For the heist, for stealin' my bike, for leavin' me behind and never lookin' back. For doin' worse acts of crime, but judgin' what I did in your absence to survive. For rejectin' your family. For rejectin'..." me but she trails off on that one because she can't say it and tries to think of something to add. "...Deadlock and our way of things. The very things you helped create. I may have become leader, but I followed you into this life and now you think you are better than us..." She was starting to feel emotionally, and finally she had to stand again and get another nicotine hit.
Once she breathes in the smoke on her new cigarette she closes her eyes. "It doesn't matter what, you gotta let them know you're sorry. You hurt them. I can tell them that I'm usin' you if you want, but they'll only accept you if they think you're one of them. And this has to look natural for you to get friendly with Deadlock again. Not to mention the other gangs. Even if you don't fuckin' mean it, you gotta make them think you do." She wanted to believe it. Believe that he cared enough to feel sorry for all the pain he caused her, and it pissed her off that he could so easily brush off the things he'd done either willfully or accidentally to them.