Then mission was Widowmaker's focus. She didn't care about anything else right then but getting it done and keeping her eyes on everything. It was a little harder without her visor, but by the time they were lead down to the lower level, she'd already spread her Environmental Awareness over the compound - Rimbor was a piece of shit - mapped it and had an escape route planned if all went to hell.
Which it very well might with an empath questioning them. Between Widowmaker's dulled emotions and her Apathy power, she couldn't even try to fake emotions at the man. Nothing she could say would matter if it didn't fit the void the man would find when he searched her feelings. With that being the case, she had very few options at her fingertips. So, she drew from a place she rarely went these days.
"We were happy, my husband and I," she began, eyes (disguised a light green) staring at Maynard. "Thinking about starting a family in a few years when the worse happened. His death was horrible and weighed heavy upon me. How could something so terrible happen to good people? I asked myself, what did we do to deserve this? I had been unable to stop it and I hated myself for the weakness it brought out in me."
She drew in a measured breath, mind circling about that fatal night with Gerard. She didn't remember everything that happened that night, but she recalled enough. And though she knew what it felt like, she didn't feel it any more. She couldn't, even if she wanted to.
"When he was gone, I wanted to follow him. I wanted to end it and join him. Just fade away and be granted release from the pain and the helplessness. And then one day, I realized that if this happened to me, happened to the people I knew, then there was no hope left. With that came a clarity I did not have before. Our universe has become poisoned and the only cure is to bleed it dry." She leaned a bit forward on her forearms.
"You want to know how I feel? I feel nothing. Not any more. And I would rather be here with like-minded sentients, pursuing the last remnants of a purpose than shuffling through life as an empty husk pretending everything was alright."
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Which it very well might with an empath questioning them. Between Widowmaker's dulled emotions and her Apathy power, she couldn't even try to fake emotions at the man. Nothing she could say would matter if it didn't fit the void the man would find when he searched her feelings. With that being the case, she had very few options at her fingertips. So, she drew from a place she rarely went these days.
"We were happy, my husband and I," she began, eyes (disguised a light green) staring at Maynard. "Thinking about starting a family in a few years when the worse happened. His death was horrible and weighed heavy upon me. How could something so terrible happen to good people? I asked myself, what did we do to deserve this? I had been unable to stop it and I hated myself for the weakness it brought out in me."
She drew in a measured breath, mind circling about that fatal night with Gerard. She didn't remember everything that happened that night, but she recalled enough. And though she knew what it felt like, she didn't feel it any more. She couldn't, even if she wanted to.
"When he was gone, I wanted to follow him. I wanted to end it and join him. Just fade away and be granted release from the pain and the helplessness. And then one day, I realized that if this happened to me, happened to the people I knew, then there was no hope left. With that came a clarity I did not have before. Our universe has become poisoned and the only cure is to bleed it dry." She leaned a bit forward on her forearms.
"You want to know how I feel? I feel nothing. Not any more. And I would rather be here with like-minded sentients, pursuing the last remnants of a purpose than shuffling through life as an empty husk pretending everything was alright."