"We need to-" York shudders, suddenly, his head lolling forward, hand clenching against his chest. A low, wounded, animal noise twists free in that moment as he lifts his head. The casual calm of earlier is gone. His eye is wide and wild, jaw working against the distended ripple of wires under his skin. "-run."

Rasped low and wet and wrong. York swallows past something in his throat and tries again, louder, a pained yell. "RUN!"

Behind Sombra a corded tangle of bloody wires peels away from the wall, snapping out to ensnare her in their gore slick embrace.