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Who| Fareeha and You!
What| Post mission chillaxing
Where| Little Cairo Coffee Shop in Fareeha's habitation region
When| Post To Have And To Hold mission
Warnings/Notes| n\a

Fareeha had been left with a few things to think about, in light of her mission with Junkrat and a later conversation with Jack. She's inundated with conflicting emotions, none of them strong enough to rule out their resisting counterpart, but enough that there's a constant muzz in her head that she's trying to feel out. She had enjoyed her time with Junkrat, but should she have? Is she letting her guard down too much? But, she's never felt quite so at ease with herself in a long while. The mission itself offered some moral hesitance, and while she went through with it in the end, she wondered what that meant about the stability of her own morals, and what Legion might hold for her in the future.

She's not quite hiding, but she's spending a bit more time at the coffee house in her habitat than on the Legion ship. Feel free to hit her up for a conversation or a free coffee or tea (or milk tea boba, the newest item on the menu!).

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"It was a nice, easy mission, wasn't it?" It had its hiccups, but compared to her previous mission here, or really any of the engagements she'd had with her Helix team back home, this was quite literally a walk in the park.

"It was good. Surprisingly good." She grins despite herself, thinking back on their interactions over the course of the mission. Sure, there had been some downsides; they'd had arguments, feelings had been hurt, but they'd survived through all of it and came out with a better understanding of each other.

"How quickly were you able to find a relic?"

"Did you manage to obtain love?"

It wasn't entirely nice but a small joke there wasn't going to hurt anyone. And he doubted Fareeha would be all that embarrassed, regardless of the answer. So a little ribbing was harmless.

"Quick enough. Though I have also found that those things are not to be rushed so it was not."

Fareeha chuckles at him, but it's more of a nervous sound. While yes, normally she'd be able to take some light ribbing, because of the nature of things it's a little too ... real, almost. She reaches up and pushes her hand through her hair, looking left and right down the street before looking a little closer at Genji.

Because who knew who might be listening.

"Can I be perfectly honest with you?"

If she could see Genji's face, there would have been a very noticeable double take. Thankfully, he was behind a visor, mask, and a HUD and his expression was entirely hidden. It was meant as a joke but this certainly wasn't the outcome he could have predicted. Nor was it one he would have recommended on a good day, much less a normal one.

"...you may."

She crosses her arms and takes a breath, letting a moment pass while she tried to find the words. She knew how it looked - which is why she's been so slow to admit it to herself, let along someone else.

"I'm ... not sure what I found. Spending time with Jamison has been, good. Surprisingly good. I agreed to accompany him with the idea that I'd keep an eye on him, make sure he didn't cause too much mischief ... but he makes me feel ..."

She winces; the phrase sounds too cliche, affected. "I can get a little too focused on things, and he has a way of pulling me back to the present." She rubs her arm, looking down at her hand. "I've felt better then I have in a long time."

Fareeha figured she didn't have to voice to Genji why this was weird and weighing on her mind; a Helix agent and a criminal? Daughter of Overwatch and one of Australia's most notorious terrorists?

He gives a nod with her statement, showing that he was listening. Once she was done, he gave himself a moment to ponder. He had an idea of what she might be feeling. If she had flung herself headfirst into military matters from day one, it made a lot of things make sense.

So he started to walk away, but motioned so Fareeha would know to follow him.

"I must ask you, while they are good feelings, are they real?"

He gave a momentary pause but gestured to let her know he wasn't quite finished.

"You came back from a mission that was undercover and the cover was a romantic relationship. I would imagine you have had a very focused life that didn't involve much romance. So those feelings of validation and appreciation, while fake at the time, may have felt very real. It...is a common issue that undercover operatives must face. Even with my experience, I found myself faltering every so often this past mission."

He was aware he was lecturing so he decided to wrap it up before he sounded patronizing or offensive about it.

"So you must ask yourself, were those feelings real and do you think they would have formed in any other situation? Keep in mind this man, while friendly and sociable, is also a known terrorist and criminal and may have killed people in cold blood in the past."

She walks with him, slipping her hands in her pockets. She listens, though, and as she does she thinks over the mission and the different objectives and just why she's ended up feeling this way.

"I've had romantic relationships before." It's a little defensive, but she gets his point and sighs. She was married to her career back home. That didn't leave much time for interpersonal relationships outside of what was necessary to get the mission done, and she'd been even more of a social recluse in the Army.

"I'm -- a soldier, I'm not an actor, and he's pretty much a glass case of emotions. We didn't really play it up." She supresses hers and he throws his about with wild abandon; how could that not be a perfect match?

But Genji has given her some things to think about. "I've already told him how things would be if we were at home, but here ... I think he deserves a second chance."

"You sound conflicted. Keep in mind that a doubtful mind creates devils in the dark."

Genji again takes a moment to think. He doesn't want to impose but perhaps not is the time to fulfill a promise. One that was made, recently, at least.

"Perhaps now is the time for you to learn to clear your mind and make unbiased decisions. And I mean that in a literal sense. Would you follow me back to my own habitat?"

Devils in the dark, what exactly is that supposed to mean?

But he's absolutely right; she is conflicted, and given their earlier talk about meditation and clearing one's mind, now would be as good a time as any to delve into it.

"Can it really be biased?" Since they're speaking of matters of the heart. She's been trained to be objective in her thinking and reactions, but she can see this is too close for her to step back.

Now is a good time to continue walking, this time in the direction he intends on taking them then. At least, he took the lack of protest as a confirmation that it was fine.

"Feelings are the most biased thing a person can possess. It is what creates bias. But it is also what defines us. A dual edged blade, that can both help and hurt. If you understand it, you can flow like water and perfect yourself. If you refuse to, you will only cut open your heart and create more pain."

She hmms thoughtfully as she walks along beside him, letting the silence settle in as they make their way to his habitat. There was something daunting about the idea of understanding her feelings, and she wondered what other unpleasant thoughts it might uncover.

If Genji thought that her issues concerning Junkrat were complicated, that's nothing compared to the intricate and strained relationship with her mother.

"You studied with the Omnic monks, is that right?"

"My master was part of the Shambali order, yes. His name was Zenyatta."

It was an easy question to answer though the fact that Zenyatta wasn't part of the order officially anymore was hinted in there.

"Our paths separated so I could confront my brother again but I still consider him my teacher."

"How did that go, if you don't mind my asking?" She floats the question delicately, because it's a delicate subject, but she is curious how some families tide the rifts that form.

"We fought." It was a simple answer, but not the whole one. Thankfully, he was more than willing to explain. "I will admit that part of it was done to my self-satisfaction. But, in the end, he knew that I forgave him. That was all I could do for him as he has yet to forgive himself."

"I hope for your sake he's able to." She can't admit to knowing too many details about the strife between him and his brother - sure, she'd heard rumors, but she wasn't one to indulge in hearsay. She did understand that there was a certain severity about it.

"So ... meditation."

"Do you have any questions about it before we begin? If there are any doubts to expel, now will be the time."

Because once they had a little travel under their belts, they were obviously heading to Nepal...or well, Genji's habitation region. It was cold, some snow on the ground, but it was definitely the large temple that probably plastered the news as the top spot for religious people to visit.

"I can't think of any, but that's probably because I'm not sure what it all entails." She figures she'll have questions to ask at some point, but right now she's not even sure what questions she would be asking.

For the moment, though, it's hard to focus on anything outside of the increasing cold - which Fareeha in her arid-desert habitat was not dressed or prepared for near- and sub-freezing temperatures.

"It entails very little on one hand but quite a bit on another."

There is nothing to hold but much to know. Still, in a metal body, Genji isn't immune to the cold but he doesn't let it cause him any issues. Though...

"Do not ask for warmth. The chill is part of the training."

"Quite the riddle you've got there." Okay, but is she really surprised? No, not really.

Fareeha chuckles darkly as she chafes her arms. "I guess I should have figured something like that." Things worth attaining weren't usually easy. But, she's got this; she may have come from a warm clime, but she's spent some time in colder ones as well throughout her life. After indulging herself a little longer, she balls her hands into fists and puts her arms down to her side in an attempt to acclimate to the weather. Granted, those times she was out in colder climes, she was usually dressed for it.

Genji turns to look at Fareeha. If she could see through his helmet, she would have definitely noticed the grin. Of course she wasn't going to have to sit out in the cold. But if she had given up at just that mention, he probably would have turned them both around. Instead, he opened a door into a side room where a fire was lit. Thankfully, it was warm inside.

"We will start in here. Ignoring the weather around you is a skill to be learned far in the future."

Despite herself, she sags in relief at the sight of the fire.

"Good. Not that I would have complained otherwise ... or, at least not aloud." She smirks back at him and walks in to situate herself by the fire, though not giving in and plopping herself in front of it like she would have liked; she has a reputation to keep.

Well, she wouldn't have a choice but to sit there. Unfortunately, the difficult part was to come. Genji reached behind his back and unhooked his short sword, sheath and all. Rather than be aggressive with it, he set it against the ground, it being just long enough that he could balance it standing up with just his index finger.

"I will need to you sit by the fire with your legs crossed. Your hands will need to be together, with your index and middle fingers outstretched pressed together but with the rest of your fingers intertwined."

It was very stereotypical of a meditation position but it was like that for a reason. Namely holding one's hands in front of them was physically difficult after a long period of time.

She diligently follows directions; seating herself cross-legged on the floor where she is by the fire, setting her hands in front of her index and middle fingers extended and her other fingers laced together. It's not exactly an instinctive position for her, and she does take a moment to shift around until she's sure she's gotten all of his points, and then she sighs, straightens her back, and looks up at him.

So good so far.

Genji's sword comes off the ground and he uses the hilt to move Fareeha's arms into a more precise position. He figured that would only be a one time thing as she was physically trained well and probably had good muscle memory.

"Now, close your eyes. I want you to think of things that bother you. If speaking them helps, go ahead, but you must acknowledge those things yourself."

As he makes each adjustment, she makes a mental note; she'll remember. The hard part was going to be holding it steady. She could probably do far longer than the average Joe off the street, but while she was trained for endurance, this was excersizing a different set of muscles.

And then having to think about all the things that bother her, well ... that's no small, inconsequential list. She frowns slightly, looking over at him at the request, but then takes a breath and closes her eyes.

She is absolutely going to do this quietly because heaven forbid Genji find out what a mess she was.

People who don't signal changing lanes. Weak tea. Men who make a big deal about opening the door first. Best to start out small, she figures, working through some minor pet-peeves before she tackles some of the meatier issues.

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