She could feel her quiver, the way she strained to bolt and yet didn't, like a spooked animal under her grip. She made great effort not to wince when that hold tightened, and instead gripped her back with everything she had-- a considerable amount, even given her small stature.

"Are you sure the Widowmaker isn't a victim in her own way? For someone who feels no fear...Amélie, you sound afraid. And you don't have to be."

Unable to grasp her hand any more fully, she instead drew that cool fist up to rest just beneath her collarbone, against the warmth of her chest, the steady beat of her heart. "They may have helped to shape who you are now, but you don't have to let them control your fate. Not if there's a reason to break free of them."

And maybe she didn't have that reason yet, but...