You are compassion (76)

Heavy steps came up behind her, someone who also didn't belong at this conference. He'd been waiting in the garden, Overwatch might not be the perfect solution, but at the very least under the radar it might ease away the tension between omnic and human. He did think to get the Shambali involved after all, but he wasn't sure if they'd ever approve of his rather unorthodox methods. 76 was dressed up in his usual get up, jacket, visor and all. He leaned back on his heels. "You have a call waiting, Doctor," he said as he titled his head.

The Overwatch recall. It failed only because those within it pulled it apart, Jack believed deeply in the idea of combination effort, if Overwatch members could stand next to Omnics the rest of humanity might see it. "It isn't whole without it's strongest parts, I'm sure you've done wonders without it, but it can't do wonders without you." He was a hard sell. This was no time for beating around the bush. "Overwatch needs you."

She heard the footsteps, they sounded familiar in a odd mixture of comforting but also alarming way. She stiffened slightly bracing herself for the difficult conversation ahead. Angela turned around when 76 spoke to her. He wore his usual outfit or rather uniform, somehow Mercy was not surprise of this. He always was one to take the militaristic approach. Peace at the barrel of the gun.
"I have many calls." Angela answered with a thin smile, she knew he wanted her to go back to Overwatch. At the very least she would let him converse with her about it, debate it if needs must. She owed him that much.

"Overwatch was shut down for a reason..." She argued calmly, studying him silently in a way a doctor does a patient, her eyes caring, calm yet her emotions carefully contained. "It may need me but look around is Overwatch truly the solution?" Angela indicated to the city around them. "It failed once. What is stopping it from failing again?"

Jack shook his head. "Overwatch was shut down because of it's rogue elements. I let one of those elements take advantage of myself, and it failed," he said as he looked around the garden area, he took a deep breath. "This call is more important, this one is asking a question. Do you think it can succeed?" He shrugged. As he tilted his head at her, he had a similar detachment but his was of a superior asking some possibly deadly of his men. This was not an easy yes or no, but framing it like one would reveal a truth to build on.

"You answer No, I walk out of here, you never need to hear about it again. You answer Yes, then we talk," he said laying out the dichotomy. It was a common ploy in the military. Create certainty where there is confusion even if it's not the answer you're actually hoping to get. "I am stopping it from failing again. I have left rogue elements out of the discussion. I have hopes to involve the right people. People of peace. I'm just a soldier, but I don't want to keep fighting a war."

"We failed." She protested. "Due to our reliance on military action, it suited us fine for dealing with the Omnics yet left us utterly incapable to keep the world protected following the end of the Omni Crisis." Angela always had been one to argue with Jack, despite him being her superior officer. Or rather he had been once.
She frowned again. "All calls are important and I do not know... Overwatch failed however is there any other solution?" Since the fall of Overwatch, Angela had been incredibly busy doing her best to heal the wounds, to repair the damage.

"Don't use your fascist military dichotomy on me." Angela retorted disliking the way he tried to use his military way on her. "You do need people of peace in Overwatch otherwise it may crush the people you are attempting to protect," Angela took a deep breath, looking away and sighing a long sad sigh. "I will help you but if Overwatch even remotely begins to go away from maintaining the peace and changing the life of the innocents for better I will not hesitate to leave." Angela threatened, of course she threatened this several times during her time with the original Overwatch.

"Fascist is a harsh thing to say to me, my great great grandparents fought fascists you know," he said as he crossed his arms. "We failed, because we let people like Reyes determine the path for us, we let Talon in and we let it collapse because I wasn't watching the signs. I failed as Commander, I won't make that mistake again." He shrugged. They'd always had a difference in opinions. Jack and Angela came from different worlds, he had the idealism of the common man, the common soldier; she believed in the broader global ideal. It wasn't that their goals were necessarily different it was that they had completely different ways of getting there.

Morrison sighed. "I've learned a lot about the people I protect, I've learned a lot about this world, Angela; more in 20 years than my whole career," he said with a heavy tone. "I'm not here to make war, I'm not here to offer you the perfect solution for peace, I'm here because I know even despite our different of opinion...we have the same goal. And we need temperance, we need that compassion." He ran a hand through his hair. "I promise not to let this become a repeat of before, this big organization of people with all these different goals. No this Overwatch is not some government project, this is just people...people who need to do the right thing, people willing to be there when called." Without the haze of government interests and funding.