"Being partners isn't marriage, mijo." It's a tactless comment, but Sombra's tone— her intonation— seems more personal than critical: much as she owed her life to Los Muertos, she isn't there still fighting the good fight alongside them. It's a simple truth kept framed in the back of her mind like a reminder when the urge sinks in to cling to comfort.

Nothing lasts forever.

"He could have found somebody else, if he wanted to." Her lips purse together tightly for a beat, let out on a low exhale. "And if what he needs is to control you, I don't regret getting in his way."