[ As things stand, not much has been explained, so Winston has no idea where they're headed. All he really knows is that it will be safe. Even now, after learning that both Jack Morrison and Ana Amari had actually survived and had purposefully kept that information from the rest of them, he still trusts them. They'll get him to a place Talon won't be able to follow.
The jostling of the dune buggy over the sand dunes is somewhat comforting in a way that he can't explain, or maybe it has more to do with him being exhausted enough to pass out all over again. The only reason that he doesn't is because Ana approaches him to take stock of his injuries.
They came for him. He blinks a few times, slow and sluggish, as he works to process that. Despite everything that Morrison had told him back at Gilbraltar, he'd still decided to come to his rescue when push came to shove. It seems he can't divorce himself from Overwatch as much as he might have planned. ]
Thank you. [ He raises his voice a little. ] Both of you.
[ As for his wounds, he's littered with gashes, though most of them have at least stopped actively bleeding, his body making a bold effort to heal itself. That being said, he'll need stitches on a number of the cuts, and he can't do much about any red stains he might leave in the buggy. ]
I think I may just need to... rest my eyes a little...
[ His head droops and his body begins to slump toward Ana. ]
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The jostling of the dune buggy over the sand dunes is somewhat comforting in a way that he can't explain, or maybe it has more to do with him being exhausted enough to pass out all over again. The only reason that he doesn't is because Ana approaches him to take stock of his injuries.
They came for him. He blinks a few times, slow and sluggish, as he works to process that. Despite everything that Morrison had told him back at Gilbraltar, he'd still decided to come to his rescue when push came to shove. It seems he can't divorce himself from Overwatch as much as he might have planned. ]
Thank you. [ He raises his voice a little. ] Both of you.
[ As for his wounds, he's littered with gashes, though most of them have at least stopped actively bleeding, his body making a bold effort to heal itself. That being said, he'll need stitches on a number of the cuts, and he can't do much about any red stains he might leave in the buggy. ]
I think I may just need to... rest my eyes a little...
[ His head droops and his body begins to slump toward Ana. ]