#reapsidy

Cole places a single flower on top of Jack's grave, a drop among the endless variety of others swallowing his headstone. Strike Commander of Overwatch is well remembered even after death. Cole tips his hat, staying for a short while to mutter a few words to Jack.

He wonders what Cole is talking about. But he's too far to hear. Instead, he resorts to watching the ritual that rips his heart apart.

But he can't say anything. Can't put Cole in danger of what he had become.

Finally Cole comes to his grave. His shoulders slump as he watches the gray headstone marred with graffiti yet again. The legacy Reyes left with Blackwatch isn't appreciated.

Cole sits his hat down on the grass. From the depth of his serape he produces a bouquet of roses and carefully places them by the hat. Velvet dark petals gathered in large blossoms. Red contrasts gray stone, complimenting the colors splashed over it to resemble blood.

Reaper can't suppress a fond scoff at it.