Cortana feels slow and faded, stretched in too many directions, and no longer able to pretend she's taking it all in stride. The past and the future tug at her, memories of other dark temptations blending too easily into an image of what could come. She knows what Delta's saying is wrong, but not why, and reasoning through the steps costs her an effort it shouldn't--
--Suddenly, Sombra is so much closer, so much louder, calmer but confused, and Cortana echoes that confusion for a moment until she puzzles out what it means--Delta's succeeded in dragging her into this mess, too. On a hunch she concentrates her probe in the direction of Sombra's presence, testing Delta's defenses with greater force. She needs to bolster Sombra against this direct attack on her mind, and maybe she'll find York there too, imprisoned somewhere behind the fragmented acid green of Delta's rampancy. If you've already got one human in a mental holding cell, why not throw the new captive in with 'em, right?
That's not you talking, Delta. You're not that flowery. Cortana waves a hand in angry dismissal, the motion sending ripples through the fractals around her, blue starting to spread inward from their infinite borders as she takes a step towards Delta. And whoever that is...they're wrong. Humans can and will give their lives happily for the right cause. So will we. I'd die for John--the Chief. Even rampant, I'd die for him. I would have thought you'd die for York.
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--Suddenly, Sombra is so much closer, so much louder, calmer but confused, and Cortana echoes that confusion for a moment until she puzzles out what it means--Delta's succeeded in dragging her into this mess, too. On a hunch she concentrates her probe in the direction of Sombra's presence, testing Delta's defenses with greater force. She needs to bolster Sombra against this direct attack on her mind, and maybe she'll find York there too, imprisoned somewhere behind the fragmented acid green of Delta's rampancy. If you've already got one human in a mental holding cell, why not throw the new captive in with 'em, right?
That's not you talking, Delta. You're not that flowery. Cortana waves a hand in angry dismissal, the motion sending ripples through the fractals around her, blue starting to spread inward from their infinite borders as she takes a step towards Delta. And whoever that is...they're wrong. Humans can and will give their lives happily for the right cause. So will we. I'd die for John--the Chief. Even rampant, I'd die for him. I would have thought you'd die for York.