[ This has been an abrupt left turn, off the road, into a cornfield, never to be seen again. He feels something stick in his throat at that look and glances briefly towards Sombra, with a look that says he might be looking for help with this.
Instead, he just reaches for another drink, rather than occupy himself with words. His eyes still look just a little too wide, however. ]
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[ This has been an abrupt left turn, off the road, into a cornfield, never to be seen again. He feels something stick in his throat at that look and glances briefly towards Sombra, with a look that says he might be looking for help with this.
Instead, he just reaches for another drink, rather than occupy himself with words. His eyes still look just a little too wide, however. ]