"I'm not going anywhere." There's a solid dose of sincerity to it, that comment. Heavy enough that it might as well be sinking to the floor.
Because she hasn't talked about it, but there's a lot to be said for being directly jacked into like a fucking laptop by a suffering, wholly corrupted consciousness, or for having to try and discern the face of an ally that's been so entirely decayed they're nearly unrecognizable. The long hours and the longer walks all peppered with noises that pick at her spine and even Sombra— tough as nails and sharper than a knife (according to none other than herself)— is starting to feel it in her bones. She wants a goddamn shield. She wants the kind of security she's been able to buy since she learned how to use a digital interface.
At least for five minutes.
"Not until I finish hunting this cabrón down myself."
Stubborn. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn— and possibly the first time she's been livid enough to show her teeth, tucking a few tangled strands of luminescent hair behind her ear before adding, belatedly: "Together."
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Because she hasn't talked about it, but there's a lot to be said for being directly jacked into like a fucking laptop by a suffering, wholly corrupted consciousness, or for having to try and discern the face of an ally that's been so entirely decayed they're nearly unrecognizable. The long hours and the longer walks all peppered with noises that pick at her spine and even Sombra— tough as nails and sharper than a knife (according to none other than herself)— is starting to feel it in her bones. She wants a goddamn shield. She wants the kind of security she's been able to buy since she learned how to use a digital interface.
At least for five minutes.
"Not until I finish hunting this cabrón down myself."
Stubborn. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn— and possibly the first time she's been livid enough to show her teeth, tucking a few tangled strands of luminescent hair behind her ear before adding, belatedly: "Together."