"Not so ridiculous. A little warranted, I think. I've always felt a little better after a good cry. It's just harder to get to that point, these days."

Biting her lower lip, she let her hand drop to rest in her lap, not an ounce of tension in her shoulders as those cool fingers ran across her throat. Amélie still seemed poised for her to shrink away from that whole 'being a killer' thing.

Really, what kind of hypocrite would that have made her? Chances were her kill count was significantly higher than even Widowmaker's.

"Some people are. It doesn't mean they're the only ones who will accept you for what you are."