It wasn't so much that she did feel something as much as Amélie knew how she was supposed to feel in various situations, could remember what it was like, that the abject disconnect she experienced between what she knew and what was could only be dealt with through bypassing the emotions. Only such a flawed and experimental procedure could produce something of such bizarre beauty. Talon really did craft the perfect weapon at the time, for no one picked at the edges, worried the loose threads... no one cared enough to look at the woman the weapon had been crafted from.

Clearly, Talon hadn't predicted the problems in their design that would come with placing Sombra and Widowmaker in close proximity, in having them work together for more than a mission here or there.

Amélie took another sip of the hot chocolate, licking the liquid off her lips as she leaned forward to set the mug down on the low table in arm's reach. "It was temporary. Situational. A..." She folded her hands in her lap, one finger worrying the groove between her knuckles. "...an exertion of my will. Like a moment in time and then I would let it all rush back in again and surround me."

She only felt that now when she killed. That moment as the life left her target was like the invigorating deluge of a waterfall. Breathtaking and refreshing. Powerful. Highly addictive if it wasn't for that vast well of willpower Amélie possessed.