Plead for the Widow
Epilogue

"Mi Señor." a Mexican farmer told Reaper as he lay a shovel on his shoulder, "I have burying your cousin." he spoke and extended his free palm.

Reaper looked at the man and pulled out some bills and lay them on the man's hand, "Para su obra." he told the farmer.

"I must say, my friend." the farmer muttered as he turned around and looked at all the gravestones behind a large house, "You having lots of dead relatives. Your hacienda is filled with all of them, compadre." he mumbled uneasily.

Reaper said, "La mala suerte." he shrugged his shoulder, "Now you can go in peace."

"Órale." the farmer tipped his hat, "I have one questions." he turned before he left through a small gate, "Why are they named all different?"

Reaper chuckled, "Mis padres eran analfabetos."

The farmer shrugged his shoulders and went his way, leaving Reaper to inspect his newest addition, a single gravestone that was near to the fence.

GENJI SHIMADA

The man murmured something unintelligible and then heard soft footsteps, making him turn and see Widowmaker stand next to him.

"It's getting late." Widowmaker spoke as she saw the midnight moon hang high in the sky, "You should get some sleep."

"I'll be right there... I'm admiring my work." Reaper muttered and looked at the rows of tombstones.

HERE LIES HANZO SHIMADA
REST IN PEACE LENA OXTON
HERE LIES HANA SONG
HERE LIES ALEKSANDRA ZARYANOVA
HERE LIES SATYA VASWANI

REST IN PEACE FAREEHA AMARI

"Your beautiful work." Widowmaker smiled and held Reaper's hand, "Such a marvel." she said when the two stopped in front of a row of more ornate and lavish graves.

"These are my proudest works." Reaper turned to Widowmaker, "With these I showed the world that even the strongest and bravest still fall to my clutches." he cackled.

OUR FALLEN- JACK MORRISON
REST IN ETERNAL PEACE- ANGELA ZEIGLER
GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN- REINHARDT WILHELM
NOW SHE WATCHES FROM ABOVE- ANA AMARI
BUILT TO SERVE- TROBJORN LINDHOLM
HAPPY TRAILS- JESSE MCCREE

Reaper stopped in front of the final two tombstones and stood there for a quiet while, the air around the two becoming somewhat sorrowful yet nothing too extreme.

DESCANZA GABRIEL REYES

Widowmaker looked at that tombstone as well, then placed down a small flower he was holding on it, "He did well, I must admit..."

Reaper nodded, then looked at the other gravestone, which was older and very worn out to the point that the words were faded and the curve top was cracking in some places.

DIOS SALVE MARIA OROZCO REYES
FUERTE MADRE
AMADA ABUELA

Reaper knelt down and looked down to the ground, "Had I been Reaper earlier... I would have stopped this." he muttered, "But it can no longer be helped... I have taken her and she is gone now." he clenched his fist and stood up.

"My Death." Widowmaker spoke, "Here you stand. Here I stand. And I am here to tell you that every time I think I understand you, I find out how little I know..."

"Amelie, it is fine." Reaper muttered, "You have done well." he held her hand, and walked her to the farthest point of his property.

Widowmaker looked at him, then saw his cold mask that hid everything- and she understood it now.

"You have done well, and I have done well." Reaper muttered as the two slowed to a stop, "When a fruit tree dies after bearing much food, it has done its duty. When an old home breaks down after housing many people, it has done its duty." he stopped.

"And when two people seeking to kill have killed enough... they have done their duty."

Reaper and Widowmaker stood silent and looked ahead.

Two freshly dug grave pits lay open...

SM'S TIME-
So that's the end of this story! A big thanks to all those who have read it!
For Reviewer Tedpierce- Thanks for the support, and I'm glad you liked it so much! Reaper is such a tricky character open to various interpetations (from body functions to psychology) so I'm glad I did suitably.

For Reviewer Guest #1- Alas I'm planning something else in the moment, but I'm glad someone else shares my interest in ReaperXWidowmaker. It's so hard to come by any good stuff on this ship when everyone is Widowtracer... And don't get me started to JunkratXPharah! I'm literally the only one that officially and documentally ships these two, and I have the Google searches to prove it!

For Reviewer Guest #2- Je ne sais quoi. Sorry I don't understand French, but I theorize you're wondering why only the bad words are in French- well, I have a simple answer for that- I don't really know. I guess it was laziness that didn't want to make me check and write French sentences. Sorry about that! And thanks for liking the story.
For Reviewer Arrow- I won't be making stories of this caliber for a while since I have another story in my sights, but thanks for the advice! Also cookies cause dia-bee-tus.

A shoutout to Natalea Frost for supporting this story from the beginning, I really appreciate that girl/guy/Apache Helicopter (Yes I just assumed your gender). Thanks so much for your input and support! (P.s I know you're a girl... I hope- TRIGGERED)

Anywho.
Dat ending doe.
10/10 Stanley Kubrick ending.
I went for the 2001: A Space Odyssey space baby style thing where it leaves you questioning your very existence, like why we cook bacon and bake cookies.

I hope you have enjoyed this journey. This dark, psychologically twisted journey.
Thanks so much and have a blessed day.