"Last stand?" She almost laughs when she echoes that comment, though there isn't any humor in it. Not by a long shot.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not planning on going down in a blaze of glory." She's survived this far: outlasted practically everyone she knows— everyone that counts. Buckling now? It'd just be sad.

"And I wouldn't count on anyone else being around to help anyway."

Ahead the walkway narrows into claustrophobic territory, made tighter by tangled section of maintenance pipes that've long since rotted over. Sombra doesn't slow down.