[Los Muertos is the closest thing to family she's ever known— ever cared for; someone else might take that significance to heart, recognize it for the value it holds. Sombra, on the other hand, deals in more tangible terms, measuring their strides in comparison with her own and never coming so close to bleeding affection as to be compromised by their fluctuating turmoil.
Her criticism is palpable, timed to his pacing and punctuated by the jack as she shoves it into place, terminal flickering to life and casting the room a brilliant blue. She rushes to her desk like a parent to their child's side, tapping at keys without waiting for a cue, lines of code scrolling eagerly across the screens.
For all the favors she's done him, in this moment— breath twisted, held high in her throat— Gabriel might as well not exist.]
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[Los Muertos is the closest thing to family she's ever known— ever cared for; someone else might take that significance to heart, recognize it for the value it holds. Sombra, on the other hand, deals in more tangible terms, measuring their strides in comparison with her own and never coming so close to bleeding affection as to be compromised by their fluctuating turmoil.
Her criticism is palpable, timed to his pacing and punctuated by the jack as she shoves it into place, terminal flickering to life and casting the room a brilliant blue. She rushes to her desk like a parent to their child's side, tapping at keys without waiting for a cue, lines of code scrolling eagerly across the screens.
For all the favors she's done him, in this moment— breath twisted, held high in her throat— Gabriel might as well not exist.]