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"Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'respect your elders'?" The Successor scoffed and crossed his arms. The Reaper lifted his mask so Ogundimu could see his red-eyed, decaying face. "How about 'respect the dead'?" This time Doomfist laughed. He laughed for a long time. Long enough for Reaper to put his mask back on and hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. When he finally stopped, he wiped his eyes and shook his head. "Respect for the dead! You are funny. How have the dead earned my respect? Those who fall have failed. I have no time for failures." "So, what, you planning on living forever?" the Reaper deadpanned. Doomfist raised a brow. "Aren't you?"

We call them the Crisis Generation. They're the ones that were children during and immediately after the Omnic Crisis. That'd be anyone from about 20-40 years old now, I suppose. McCree's on the higher end of that. D.Va wouldn't really be counted at all if Korea didn't have another mini-Crisis every few years. The scars of that not-war are deeper in some places. Crisis Kids are defined by what they don't have more than by what they do. Take Pharah, for example. She claims Cairo as her home, but Anubis made sure she never lived there as a child. Her formative years were spent on military bases. She never played games with other children or sang nursery rhymes or ran through the streets with her pigtails flying behind her. She learned bomb drills and listened to war stories instead. It makes sense that she chose the path of Justice, when the path of peace was a pile of rubble behind her. Of course, no two Crisis Kids have the same experience. Genji spent his youth sheltered away from the violence. The Crisis was over before he was old enough to understand, and the Shimada clan had the funds to rebuild what was destroyed easily. Unfortunately no amount of money can revive the truly dead. Lady Shimada was laid to rest in the family cemetery. Genji only understood decades later that his father's heart was buried with her. Their family was hollow. Genji filled the void with laughter, and threw himself into any distraction. If he stayed too long at home, he'd see Hanzo desperately trying to please a man with no soul, despite the fact that he too grieved. Eventually Genji just stopped coming home at all. Junkrat grew up without parents or friends. Junkertown was not the anarchist hell that the city-dwellers painted it as, but a twig with one arm and patchy hair seemed a lost cause even to the philanthropic sorts. So, Jamison Fawkes learned to survive. Trust nobody, look out for number one, keep your head down. He learned his lessons well. However his most important skill wasn't found until much later, when a gang of Omnics caught him sniffing around some patch of irradiated bush they had decided was theirs. They cut off his leg. Slowly. Their boss made threats in his tinny voice all the while, and despite himself, Jamison laughed. He laughed and laughed until they were gone and he was alone and bleeding out. Then he kept laughing until a scavver found him and carried his feverish body back to Junkertown. To my knowledge, he hasn't stopped laughing since. If he did he'd most certainly drop dead right there. There are others- the Crisis didn't spare any country entirely. Mercy learned to fear death so badly that it pushed her to destroy it entirely. Tracer learned to cling to the people she loves so tightly that they couldn't even hope to disappear. Zenyatta learned to look non-threatening or otherwise defend himself from those turned hard and jagged by the suffering they endured. McCree learned to lie. Sombra learned to uncover the truth. D.Va learned to turn the fight into a game, push it away so it couldn't hurt her. Lúcio learned to turn his face to the sun and dream. We call them the Crisis Generation. They're the ones who have to pick up the pieces of the world we almost destroyed.

Reaper is simmering anger. He's a festering resentment, slow and insidious. He's bitterness. The sort of rage that quiets but never leaves. It consumes him, fills his mind and heart. Eventually he comes to love it. There's a satisfaction in the snap of an enemy's neck, and a joy in the last look of terror in their eyes. His revenge will be slow and sweet. Meanwhile Jack just fuckin' beats people to death with flaming piñatas like some kind of wild animal.

My autistic Hanzo post has over 100 notes and that's a lot for me so I'm gonna Keep Going. Some of these things are just me projecting my own autistic feels. Hanzo says a lot of sarcastic and/or poetic shit but also has a very literal mind and sometimes just ends up confusing his own damn self The fashion choices he makes are informed by sensory stuff and his inability not to be super extra in equal measure He likes having his hair long because he can stim fairly discretely by messing with his hair, and it gives him something to hide behind if he doesn't want to make eye contact. The new haircut is less useful for hiding but the buzzer sides are fuzzy and fuck if that ain't worth it. Happy stims! Jumping in place, flapping, humming, rocking. Hanzo tries to be low-key about it in public but you just gotta jump sometimes! All his friends think it's cute. Hanzo was sort of adopted by the other autistic heroes because he's never had much support or really even talked about his autism before. Winston emails him like 500 relevant links and a picture of a starfish that he thought was cute. Satya shuts him down whenever he starts thinking that needing some accommodations makes him a burden. Junkrat is just so shamelessly *Junkrat* that his passion in his special interest and general openness about who he is starts to rub off on Hanzo. Hanzo and Genji's mother was autistic too. She was fairly neurotypical passing but she understood Hanzo in a way nobody else in the family did. She died when Genji was four and nothing was really the same after that. Hanzo used to play the violin. It quickly became a special interest and he'd practice almost every spare moment he had. The violin was taken from him on his fifteenth birthday. The reason given was that he couldn't let something as frivolous as music distract him from his duty. What Hanzo learned was that liking things meant having them taken away. He has a hard time opening up about his interests now. About half the time if Hanzo runs off on his own during a mission or disobeys an order it's because he either didn't process what was said or was too caught up in his own head to even hear it. The other half of the time is because he's got impulse control issues. Seriously guy has no chill. Like none. Hanzo looks grumpy but that's just him being bad at expressions. He only really emotes if he's feeling something super strong. Except he's actually okay at faking a few combinations of facial expressions and body language. His survival up to this point has required that. Rage, confusion, sadness, and confidence are pretty easy to mimic most of the time. It's just kind of exhausting. Also there's the whole reading other people which is a full time thing and also exhausting. But now he's got a team who will let him just take a break and sit somewhere quiet for a while? And if he doesn't make it and has a meltdown they're not dicks about it?? And they don't think less of him or ask for anything in return??? He's still kind of worried that the last one might not be true but that's mostly the PTSD talking. If McCree doesn't stop interrupting mission briefings with a comment every four seconds Hanzo's gonna chuck his hat into the ocean.