#( aaah i had a promise to fulfil to my wife and now i wasn't able to carry through like. to some degree it's ego that's suffering the most )

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‘ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ‘ - vxlkyrieonline

@vxlkyrieonline  ||  re:  Hamilton / Starter SentencesStatus:  closed.

THE FABRIC OF HIS SON’S HAT, all that he could recover immediately from the wreckage, serves as a soft warmth and an anchor for his trembling hands. With the hospital’s doors closed to the public and the medic himself in hardly any shape to work amongst the staff, he’s well aware that he’s been thrown aside for now. A private room was set aside for him in a temporary headquarters – whether it is meant to be a place of rest or soon a sanctuary for him to mourn, neither of them yet know. 

What he wants most of all is to be alone. But he is hardly in the state for it right now, and Angela knows this all too well. They’ve known each other long enough that reading him has hardly ever come as difficult to her. And, in that very moment, he despises her for it.

A capability to feel vulnerable is something he didn’t know he has. It feels wrong: like a parasite wriggling and festering in his gut, tearing him open from within. Breath comes short, the typically reassuring touch of her hand too warm on his chilling, clammy skin.

He’s made a terrible, terrible mistake.

❝ You know, Angela – and I know – that isn’t true. ❞  And what had transpired today in Switzerland proved it without a doubt.  ❝ We can resist chaos and bloodshed all we want; and still, it comes to us on its own. All we’ve done is let ourselves be taken off guard… look at what’s happened to the headquarters. ❞

No longer can Overwatch, despite all its greatest efforts to portray itself as a beacon of hope, portray itself the dazzling world of heroes and legends that young children dreamt it to be. A saviour it might have been in times of crisis, but no organisation is without its fatal flaws… ones that, if left unchecked, would claw at it and tear it swiftly down from the insides. And it would take, along with it, dozens and hundreds of lives. Lives of those who had grown up trusting in the organisation that would be so quick to end them.

Ludwig has been here long enough to know: Overwatch isn’t  ( and never truly was )  impervious to the greater horrors of internal corruption, immoral pushes made only for personal gain. He is hardly innocent in the grand scheme of things, either; temptation has tugged at him so often that it’s a wonder he hadn’t been the first to give in, long before Morrison and Reyes.

Even in Overwatch, there could be no escape from the bloodshed that had already taken so many already. In all honestly, Ludwig never cared for the moral consequences of war nor the proud accumulation of body counts he obtained over all these years. 

But until now, that count had never included his own blood.