"Incorrect. Silence always has been an old friend. It just used to be a different kind of silence."

The silence of intense focus on something, so much that all outside distractions faded away and it was just the music, the moment, the beauty. Amélie had the discipline to shut everything outside of herself away and excel. Now she shut everything inside herself away behind a locked door that she didn't have the key for, able to hear it from the other side if she focused hard enough, was in a place where it had a little life to it.

Much like Sombra had been before she knocked, cheek against the wood while a claw-like nail scraped along the grain...