[He comes covered in red, his steps a rhythmic and familiar beat up the stairs. The fuchsia glows in spatters beneath it on his arms, across half of his face, reacting to the mixture of light and temperature as the apartment warms him. Gabriel has to duck the doorframe covered by beaded curtains as he enters, too bulky on his own with his cargo in tow.
He deposits the sack on the ground in the gentlest manner he can manage, a mess of hard-drives torn straight out of their machines. They would need to be hardwired and repaired by anyone other than her -- but that doesn't mean he wants to listen to lectures about his methods of extraction.
He owed Sombra a lot -- but he didn't owe her that much. He was still her elder, even if he was just the figurehead. Nobody had managed to figure out how important Sombra really was to their operation. If they knew, someone would have made sure she never got to where she was, even if she had to die in the process.
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He deposits the sack on the ground in the gentlest manner he can manage, a mess of hard-drives torn straight out of their machines. They would need to be hardwired and repaired by anyone other than her -- but that doesn't mean he wants to listen to lectures about his methods of extraction.
He owed Sombra a lot -- but he didn't owe her that much. He was still her elder, even if he was just the figurehead. Nobody had managed to figure out how important Sombra really was to their operation. If they knew, someone would have made sure she never got to where she was, even if she had to die in the process.
And it wouldn't happen on his watch.]
Give it up already.