Amazing. She doesn't even know a thing about the Legion and already she's brimming with all the sorry signs of attachment. If Sombra were less of a horrible human being, she'd honestly pity the girl.
Latching onto surrogates— speaking from experience— never ends well.
"From what I hear, there's plenty of that to go around." What she's seen (lived, even) is thievery and subterfuge - which, as luck would have it, is absolutely right up her alley. "If you like keeping busy and getting adored for it, I think you'll fit right in, mija."
She turns around, a few bulbs in hand, tentatively pinching a little fold into the ribbon Lena's already laid out where she can hook the first ornament into place. For a moment, it stays; Sombra leans back to admire her work, however unimpressive— which is the second the hook slips, sliding sadly down spiraled ribbon to plink quietly against the snowy ground.
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Latching onto surrogates— speaking from experience— never ends well.
"From what I hear, there's plenty of that to go around." What she's seen (lived, even) is thievery and subterfuge - which, as luck would have it, is absolutely right up her alley. "If you like keeping busy and getting adored for it, I think you'll fit right in, mija."
She turns around, a few bulbs in hand, tentatively pinching a little fold into the ribbon Lena's already laid out where she can hook the first ornament into place. For a moment, it stays; Sombra leans back to admire her work, however unimpressive— which is the second the hook slips, sliding sadly down spiraled ribbon to plink quietly against the snowy ground.
"Ah."