It takes a slow minute: Sombra twisting around on her heel to look behind her— then back again. Eyes squinting as they watch the wagging of that contented little tail.
"Are you—" Start, stop - start again. "Please tell me you can somehow transform and that I'm not going crazy. Or that we didn't get separated and that I'm talking to some weird, hallucination of a dog."
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"Are you—" Start, stop - start again. "Please tell me you can somehow transform and that I'm not going crazy. Or that we didn't get separated and that I'm talking to some weird, hallucination of a dog."