The commercials were right; they were supposed to be. It was why Amélie was there, in France, for the one she loved still, even if she could no longer feel it.

"You cannot tug on the strings of a heart that does not beat, Sombra." If she thought the attempt to draw on feelings she no longer possessed was genuine, Amélie would pity Sombra. But the overly dramatic presentation was a telling giveaway; it was hard to miss those one never really knew.

Head turning toward the door, Amélie sighed just barely. "Why me?"