[Meticulous and stone faced as ever, Gabriel makes no sound when Sombra threads the needle through his skin. It hurts, of course it does, but he keeps his eyes forward, one hand balled into a fist in front of his mouth to bite in case she went deep enough to cause actual damage and force him out of silence.
He doesn't think she'll make that move, but he can't be certain.]
I don't doubt it. But I am still not leaving.
[Let them come. He didn't earn La Muerte without reason.]
If their attention is here, then it's not anywhere important.
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He doesn't think she'll make that move, but he can't be certain.]
I don't doubt it. But I am still not leaving.
[Let them come. He didn't earn La Muerte without reason.]
If their attention is here, then it's not anywhere important.