The names she recognizes, easily. Legion code names are the simplest things in the system to dig up, and even the few she doesn't personally know or have any experience with at least strike her mind as distantly recognizable.

So she starts with the last first.

"Locus was like an animal." It doesn't do justice to the way he'd looked, that description, but there isn't any point to delving that deeply into details: did Wash need to know about the jagged, split mouth filled with inhuman teeth? The blindness, the gears? No. And unless the problem comes up again— some resurgence of dead symptoms— Sombra figures they're all better off filing it away and putting it behind them. "I saw other Legionnaires go mad before I met him, but he was the first one that was completely changed. Consumado."

And Cortana wanted him dead. All things considered, it was the smarter choice.

"When I finally outran him? I found a dead body. Armored, like him. Grey and red, or maybe orange— the lighting made it hard to tell." Something from his memories, she's certain of it now. "Then it started moving. Talking. Throwing knives, and no matter what I did, I couldn't kill it. Lo juro por dios todopoderoso I must have put half a clip into him and he laughed it off."

A waste of time. Intentionally, in hindsight.

"I almost got through to Locus after that. Talking to him seemed to calm him down, but that thing— that corpse— grabbed him and started controlling him. Didn't have a choice after that: I left."