Painfully familiar. Not for the first or last time, that anger licks up inside her like a flame, that desire to just...tear apart those who hurt. Who see fit to toy with people like pawns and puppets, as though their lives were not their own.

This moment was not about her anger, righteous or otherwise. It was about Amélie coming to terms with what she was, on her own. No Sombra, no Talon, no other lingering influence. The elf's tattooed brow creased.

"Do you want to be something else?"

The question was allowed to linger, with only the sounds of the surrounding forest to interrupt the silence before she spoke again, quiet but firm.

"You're here. You know what you know. You could take that knowledge and be whatever you wanted. You do know that."