[He can do this - just. Force down all the emotions, the clawing need to know what happened to make Gabriel Reyes forget who he is. There's a reason for all of this, he's sure. Maybe not a good reason, or one McCree will be able to understand but...
There has to be something. Something to explain why someone he holds in such high regard, someone who saved him, would look at him like he's never seen him before in his life.]
Wouldn't put my money on it, on account of still needin' to do things like eat and sleep and still feelin' pain, but...Don't know. Nobody does, 'cept maybe the Storyteller.
[But lots of folk don't seem to trust the god, and McCree's not sure he would, either. Doesn't much matter to him if what they say is true or not, though. Doesn't matter why he was brought here, what his story is going to be.
He's just...dealing with it. Dealing with everything one step at a time, but this...this vision of Reyes is making it so much harder.]
Do you...not remember me, sir?
[It's a question that's been stuck in his throat, waiting, since Reyes first looked at him like a stranger. It's not a question he wants the answer to (hearing it would just make it worse, so much worse) but he can't stop himself.
you can't tell him what to do, you're not his real dad
[He can do this - just. Force down all the emotions, the clawing need to know what happened to make Gabriel Reyes forget who he is. There's a reason for all of this, he's sure. Maybe not a good reason, or one McCree will be able to understand but...
There has to be something. Something to explain why someone he holds in such high regard, someone who saved him, would look at him like he's never seen him before in his life.]
Wouldn't put my money on it, on account of still needin' to do things like eat and sleep and still feelin' pain, but...Don't know. Nobody does, 'cept maybe the Storyteller.
[But lots of folk don't seem to trust the god, and McCree's not sure he would, either. Doesn't much matter to him if what they say is true or not, though. Doesn't matter why he was brought here, what his story is going to be.
He's just...dealing with it. Dealing with everything one step at a time, but this...this vision of Reyes is making it so much harder.]
Do you...not remember me, sir?
[It's a question that's been stuck in his throat, waiting, since Reyes first looked at him like a stranger. It's not a question he wants the answer to (hearing it would just make it worse, so much worse) but he can't stop himself.
He's never been very good at self-control.]