“when did it all happen?”
A glass of mead clutched in his hand Torbjorn sat atop the bar stool with a somber look on his face.
“when did what happen?” he asked rhetorically with a slight drunken slur to his voice “when we started being seen as the bad guys? when people started being ungrateful little shits?”
It... had been a rough week, not just for Torbjorn but for everyone, Overwatch had come under fire by both politician and civilian alike for the most asinine reasons. Commander Morrison had tried to explain that the criticisms held little water but the tide was relentless, it seemed like all were out to get Overwatch and they wanted blood.
“hell if i fuckin know..” he finished, tone turning dour as he stared at his drink.