Cortana winces as Sombra's mood peaks to near-panic, partly in sympathy, partly at the realization of how badly she's being slowed by all her handicaps. This should be over already, Delta neutralized and the victors discussing what to do with an injured and possibly insane York. Instead, she's arguing with a definitely insane Delta.
SÃ, he comprobado las estadÃsticas. Pero-- Cortana cuts herself off when it dawns on her that she's speaking Spanish. Too much bleed from the hacked-together neural link with Sombra. Dragging her attention back to Delta, she continues, careful to keep it in English. But there are worse things than dying. Surviving like this, for example.
She has had this argument before, and a voice echoes through her memories then, a deep, inhuman voice with malice beneath its superficial calm. "Do I take life or give it? Who is victim, and who is foe?" Cortana tenses, uncertain if anyone else can hear it, and worried for her own sanity. They've already got one rampant AI on their hands. They really don't need two.
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SÃ, he comprobado las estadÃsticas. Pero-- Cortana cuts herself off when it dawns on her that she's speaking Spanish. Too much bleed from the hacked-together neural link with Sombra. Dragging her attention back to Delta, she continues, careful to keep it in English. But there are worse things than dying. Surviving like this, for example.
She has had this argument before, and a voice echoes through her memories then, a deep, inhuman voice with malice beneath its superficial calm. "Do I take life or give it? Who is victim, and who is foe?" Cortana tenses, uncertain if anyone else can hear it, and worried for her own sanity. They've already got one rampant AI on their hands. They really don't need two.