Hers, Talon's— the shifting back and forth that she must have endured for the sake of being overridden. Because she had potential, because she was Gérard Lacroix's wife. Wrong place at the wrong time. Sombra's not without sympathy: she can't know what it must have been like for her, but she knows what it is like, getting caught unawares in the crosshairs of something bigger than you. Difference is that she made it out.
Amélie never did.
If she'd been slower, little less methodical in disappearing, a little more attached to the people she left behind in Los Muertos, it'd be easy to imagine a reality where she and Widowmaker weren't anything but alike.
"I like it better like this anyway." Another section brushed and set aside, another one picked up, an easy rhythm. "Even if you do shed like crazy."
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Hers, Talon's— the shifting back and forth that she must have endured for the sake of being overridden. Because she had potential, because she was Gérard Lacroix's wife. Wrong place at the wrong time. Sombra's not without sympathy: she can't know what it must have been like for her, but she knows what it is like, getting caught unawares in the crosshairs of something bigger than you. Difference is that she made it out.
Amélie never did.
If she'd been slower, little less methodical in disappearing, a little more attached to the people she left behind in Los Muertos, it'd be easy to imagine a reality where she and Widowmaker weren't anything but alike.
"I like it better like this anyway." Another section brushed and set aside, another one picked up, an easy rhythm. "Even if you do shed like crazy."