Widowmaker had a wet cloth stained with an unnaturally dark red color pressed to her lip when she arrived. The bleeding had almost stopped, though talking was likely to break it open again. Thankfully, her blood would only ooze given her nature.

"There is a special place reserved for her in my cold, unbeating heart," she replied. One sarcasm deserved another, though Widowmaker's wasn't entirely facetious.

"We belong to opposing factions."