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[sleepdarts]

( Ana had spent the first few days holed up in an unused building, heading out when it had gotten dark to get a lay of the land, reading what she could on the phone she'd been given. It had been curious, but certainly more personal than informative )

It looks like my mission failed.
But I'm not the only one who has lost something, as unfortunate as that is.
Are they anything to do with the arrivals here, or is it coincidence?
There is more, I could guess that easily enough. Would I find a complete answer? That I doubt.

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[justice_from_above]

[Proud.]

[That stops her. She'd been so at adds with her mother in the past, wanting to join Overwatch and then enlisting in the Army instead. Things had been tense; she had been doing everything her mother hadn't wanted and didn't think there was any way she'd ever really make her proud.]

Proud?

[She's not sure what else to say, she wants to ask, but she's almost afraid to breach this subject; it's an old, sore wound; btter, infected.]

[sleepdarts]

You are my daughter.

( Ana is not clueless by any stretch. Everything that she'd wished for Fareeha had been against Fareeha's own wants, and even though allowing her daughter to follow her dreams would have made her happy Ana had been stubbornly against it. 'Mother knows best', even with the rifts that followed. It hadn't caused her to relent any, hoping that one day Fareeha would understand (even if she still didn't agree), but other actions had stopped that day from coming.

This still wasn't that day, but there were some things her daughter needed to know. As much as Ana may have been against the course that Fareeha had pursued in life the person that she was -- the kind, strong, resilient person whom had taken in all that had been there (and more) -- did make her proud. Fareeha had acted for the right reasons, as Ana once had )