Mercy Overwatch Sayings の小説・ストーリー

“All you have to do is send a message. Make it clear that you’re the Alpha King and that you can’t be defied. Make it clear that anyone who goes against you will be punished.” “What about mercy?” I asked her, standing. “There is no better mercy than not eradicating that whole village. Wiping it from existence.” As she said the words, her eyes lit up with rage. No, not lit up. Dimmed. They dimmed with rage. “That is mercy. But you need to do something to stop this. If you don’t, more lives will be lost! And then everyone will point their fingers at you!” I shook my head and took a step away from her. “I don’t understand you, Olivia. I really don’t.”

She whispered, and then I can hear her whimpers hiding beneath her quivering huff. "Many officers pass to that incident and the good thing is to triumph over another to overcome the blunders than suffering from the past in that same situation rather than moving on is a crap move" I let out with my feelings that truly connect it before. "My fame as a hero cannot stand up for me from what I truly was," She said craps once. "F*ck the crap Marina, that's why your chief assigned me to be your partner to comfort and help you not f*cking everything up"

I can't seem to do anything right. Dad continued gazing at me from the photograph, his smile unchanged. I knew I could never receive his response or forgiveness again. My heart spasmed painfully, and I braced myself against the ground with my arms. "I know you must both be so angry with me. Adrian is as well. I'm selfish and stupid. I deserve everything that's ever happened to me. But I'm so tired. I can't outplay Sean. I can't even drag him down with me when I die."

Telling Beth that her Melody will never be forgotten as long as her name is mentioned. She chats a bit with the other two while I stand next to her. I feel compelled to say something meaningful. The thing Queen Samantha always says to the mates of fallen warriors makes me cringe, ‘We are grateful they gave their lives for the greater good. Their sacrifice will not be in vain.’ Nothing is personal about that. No real compassion is shown, she can’t even bother to say the names of those who have died.

Lucio tried to crawl closer, his hands slipping in blood. “Your Highness,” Lucio whispered desperately. “Mercy… please…” I stepped close enough that he could see his reflection in my eyes. “Mercy?” I repeated, my voice barely more than a breath. “Mercy is not for men who unleash hell and cry when it answers back.” I crouched slightly, meeting his gaze fully now. “Mercy is a privilege,” I said coldly. “And you forfeited it the moment you thought yourselves my equal.”

"Everything is in a better place now. Therefore, smile, Owen! you deserve to be proud of yourself. You are not a coward, you are a hero. Smile proudly!" "Yo ... Your Majesty? I ... I don't deserve to be here! everyone, Dante, Commander Michael, Captain Daz, Jonathan, Thalia and Cornelius. All of them, all of them should also be able to see that their struggle not in vain," he said, sobbing.

he said, his voice tinged with unwavering loyalty. I looked at him, touched by his words and the collective spirit that radiated from my soldiers. "Thank you, Marcus," I replied, my voice filled with gratitude. "It's your unwavering faith that keeps me going. Together, we will overcome any obstacle that stands in our way." The soldiers around us nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with determination. They had chosen to follow me, to put their trust in my leadership. Their unwavering loyalty was a responsibility I carried with both pride and humility.

We fought as one, a united front against the encroaching darkness. Through the combined efforts and strategic maneuvers, we managed to push back the assailants, driving them away from our territory. The attackers, faced with our unyielding resolve, retreated into the depths of the forest. As the dust settled, a moment of solemn victory enveloped us. I turned to Alpha Wade, gratitude and respect shimmering in my eyes. "Alpha Wade," I spoke, my voice filled with gratitude, "your timely aid has saved us from certain doom. My pack owes you a debt of gratitude. Together, we have stood against adversity, and together, we have emerged victorious."

All of that sentimental nonsense went out the window the moment we realized that dead bodies could get up and kill us. Every time you leave for a mission like this, every single time, you have to realize that some of you may not come back. In fact, it's the most likely outcome. You must be cold about this, as cold as the Bloodsuckers. Don't ever let me hear that you let one of them go because of some misguided brotherhood nonsense. The men and women standing next to you can not, and I repeat can...not...matter more than your oaths.”

I see him standing in the snow, looking at me with those guarded, beautiful eyes. I can go home. The thought is so intense, so overwhelming, that it’s almost painful. It burns through the rage, leaving me hollow and shaking. I look back at the mercenary. He’s crying, waiting to die. "You're lucky," I tell him softly. "What?" he whimpers. "You're lucky I need a voice," I say. "Because otherwise, I would tear you apart for what you did to those boys." I drop him and he collapses in a heap, coughing.