He runs. Not away from anything in particular, but just in any direction, to try and grasp whatever familiar features he can discern from the mass of horrific details and pictures swimming in front of his gaze. Filtering through the eye-holes in his mask, he can feel the images burn— what a sensation. It's that spiraling into madness that he had a taste of when he discovered his decaying face for the first time, but now it's inside his mind.
So it's safe to say he's not really looking where he's going, barreling through fiery shadow monsters and turning in directions of the twisted corridor where he thinks he can feel the whispers less. Then he sees streaks of fuchsia in the corner of his vision and he suddenly remembers Sombra. Right, she was there too, wasn't she? At the briefing, standing on the other side of the room...
His body dissolves, groaning from a fresh new pain that he can't seem to pinpoint, and rushes after the trail. Speed on his side, he comes upon her struggling with the panel. Has she found something?
"Sombra, move."
His urgency takes a strain on his usual commanding tone, as he solidifies a few feet away from her, already making his way towards her with heavy steps.
II: SCOUTING
So it's safe to say he's not really looking where he's going, barreling through fiery shadow monsters and turning in directions of the twisted corridor where he thinks he can feel the whispers less. Then he sees streaks of fuchsia in the corner of his vision and he suddenly remembers Sombra. Right, she was there too, wasn't she? At the briefing, standing on the other side of the room...
His body dissolves, groaning from a fresh new pain that he can't seem to pinpoint, and rushes after the trail. Speed on his side, he comes upon her struggling with the panel. Has she found something?
"Sombra, move."
His urgency takes a strain on his usual commanding tone, as he solidifies a few feet away from her, already making his way towards her with heavy steps.