Nicer. He should be nicer to her. The words are more suggestion than order, but he tilts his head up to look at her at least, some of the anger seeping away from him like rivulets from a spring melt. His shoulders visibly relax, and he spins the barrel of his gun, almost nonchalant in his gestures.
"Didn't think I was allowed to have friends." He grumbles softly, looking up at her. He was kept isolated most of the time, away from regular soldiers. Amel- Widowmaker had spoken to him briefly, trained with him. With his two bionic eyes and years of practice under Amari, he was a better shot even than her, though he preferred to fight up close.
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Date: 2016-12-16 08:36 pm (UTC)"Didn't think I was allowed to have friends." He grumbles softly, looking up at her. He was kept isolated most of the time, away from regular soldiers. Amel- Widowmaker had spoken to him briefly, trained with him. With his two bionic eyes and years of practice under Amari, he was a better shot even than her, though he preferred to fight up close.