[ The training that was in the back of her mind taught her a few things.
Take care of yourself first. You're worthless to others if you're not safe. Keep an eye on your team, but focus on your priority. Remain calm and breathe in times of stress. If all else fails, put up a hell of a fight.
None of those came to mind as she sees nothing but darkness engulf her. The bubbling water swallowing her machine whole makes her ears pop and she's left frantically beating at the scratched glass for a weakspot – for a way out. Water seeps through, trickles as if it was taunting her and here – she nearly has a Hamilton-esque recollection of all of her life. Fortunately, it doesn't get that far.
Hana, as scared as she was, doesn't yield up. Dick may be able to follow the sinking bubbles from Meka, she still was desperate to find a way out herself. Her gloves dig into her fingers from the force of her tugs, trying to pry the hatch open – when she nearly gives in... there he was.
He was no Mercy, but he descends in the way she needs to feel the words return to her – ]
I'm sorry!
[ Two words, full responsibility. For what, exactly? Their past? Their now? Hana and D.Va made mistakes right now, something she'll take into account when she has a moment but... She wanted him to know she was sorry. Whether he could hear her or not remains to be said, but her apology was genuine. It was there when she watches him, divided once again.
By the time he motions for her to shield herself, she does, turning with her last breath a pufferfish-faced annoyance before water rushes inside and her freedom allows her to live another day. Swimming out to him, gaining the help of a rebreather – maybe her heart will calm down over time.
They had something to do, however – even if she didn't want to... she follows Dick's lead. Swimming down to Croc, instead of helping... she'll deck him one good time in the jaw. For her own sense of pride. A quick birdflip and she scoops him up, with the surface waiting for them both. He was heavy, even here and she struggles to kick those short legs of hers but – she wouldn't let up. Up, up, up they go and soon when they breach the tension of ripples chasing the shoreline... she carelessly drops Croc nearly facefirst in the sand.
Ripping her rebreather off, she collapses onto her side, the pink triangles on her cheeks completely ruined and her eyes shut for just a moment. ]
Was – was playing on c-casual mode... No biggie...
[ She downplays it. Severely so where her own insecurities and frustrations were buried under that persona the public donned her with. She listens to him, tiredness in his voice clear as day. ]
Says... mister overachiever... [ They just seem to be shittalking and teasing one another but by the time she gets up, crawls to him – she's looking down with the utmost respect in her eyes. ] I think you have the honors. This time.
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Take care of yourself first. You're worthless to others if you're not safe.
Keep an eye on your team, but focus on your priority.
Remain calm and breathe in times of stress.
If all else fails, put up a hell of a fight.
None of those came to mind as she sees nothing but darkness engulf her. The bubbling water swallowing her machine whole makes her ears pop and she's left frantically beating at the scratched glass for a weakspot – for a way out. Water seeps through, trickles as if it was taunting her and here – she nearly has a Hamilton-esque recollection of all of her life. Fortunately, it doesn't get that far.
Hana, as scared as she was, doesn't yield up. Dick may be able to follow the sinking bubbles from Meka, she still was desperate to find a way out herself. Her gloves dig into her fingers from the force of her tugs, trying to pry the hatch open – when she nearly gives in... there he was.
He was no Mercy, but he descends in the way she needs to feel the words return to her – ]
I'm sorry!
[ Two words, full responsibility. For what, exactly? Their past? Their now? Hana and D.Va made mistakes right now, something she'll take into account when she has a moment but... She wanted him to know she was sorry. Whether he could hear her or not remains to be said, but her apology was genuine. It was there when she watches him, divided once again.
By the time he motions for her to shield herself, she does, turning with her last breath a pufferfish-faced annoyance before water rushes inside and her freedom allows her to live another day. Swimming out to him, gaining the help of a rebreather – maybe her heart will calm down over time.
They had something to do, however – even if she didn't want to... she follows Dick's lead. Swimming down to Croc, instead of helping... she'll deck him one good time in the jaw. For her own sense of pride. A quick birdflip and she scoops him up, with the surface waiting for them both. He was heavy, even here and she struggles to kick those short legs of hers but – she wouldn't let up. Up, up, up they go and soon when they breach the tension of ripples chasing the shoreline... she carelessly drops Croc nearly facefirst in the sand.
Ripping her rebreather off, she collapses onto her side, the pink triangles on her cheeks completely ruined and her eyes shut for just a moment. ]
Was – was playing on c-casual mode... No biggie...
[ She downplays it. Severely so where her own insecurities and frustrations were buried under that persona the public donned her with. She listens to him, tiredness in his voice clear as day. ]
Says... mister overachiever... [ They just seem to be shittalking and teasing one another but by the time she gets up, crawls to him – she's looking down with the utmost respect in her eyes. ] I think you have the honors. This time.
[ Smooth moves with the rescue mission. ]