[ It's probably for the best that they do this in private, and so Genji waits as patiently as he can for Angela to arrive. He knows she must be upset, and so there's some anxiety in anticipating her as well. He hadn't meant to worry her like this; he'd truly thought that he and Jack would be able to handle anything that arena threw at them.
Even now, it's surreal to realize that he'd been dead. He's been marked by it in some way, and he still has memories of that vivid dream that had come with his revival. How much does he tell Angela about any of that? He doesn't want to worry her more than he has already.
The knock comes and Genji springs up from his bed, walking over to open the door. Angela's standing there, staff in hand, and ultimately it's just good to see her.
His brow creases as he offers her a tired smile, and says again: ] Angela... I'm sorry.
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Even now, it's surreal to realize that he'd been dead. He's been marked by it in some way, and he still has memories of that vivid dream that had come with his revival. How much does he tell Angela about any of that? He doesn't want to worry her more than he has already.
The knock comes and Genji springs up from his bed, walking over to open the door. Angela's standing there, staff in hand, and ultimately it's just good to see her.
His brow creases as he offers her a tired smile, and says again: ] Angela... I'm sorry.