[There's a long heavy silence that follows. McCree chews on cigar, grinds the sharp of his molar into the foot of it and tries to suck the bitter taste out. It's a physical thing, he can swallow it down easy enough, unlike the myriad of thoughts that flash across his head all at once.
He's heard rumors through mercenary grapevines. He's seen the museum footage. He didn't thing Gabe would be put down so easily either. He's sure he'd recognize his old mentor if he had the great displeasure of meeting said mentor's new form in person. McCree just didn't think (or hope) that would be the result of Swiss HQ. It produced Soldier 76, so surprise isn't something the cowboy is feeling... but...]
Both of you don't take kindly to the grave, do you.
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He's heard rumors through mercenary grapevines. He's seen the museum footage. He didn't thing Gabe would be put down so easily either. He's sure he'd recognize his old mentor if he had the great displeasure of meeting said mentor's new form in person. McCree just didn't think (or hope) that would be the result of Swiss HQ. It produced Soldier 76, so surprise isn't something the cowboy is feeling... but...]
Both of you don't take kindly to the grave, do you.
[For better or worse.]