[He gives a slow nod and returns his eyes to the injury she'd closed up for him. Whatever Sombra chooses to do with the time he had given her is her business. Ultimately, he had done everything he could for Los Muertos. If they didn't respect him by now, they never would.
And he could only stomach disreaspect and contempt for so long. The neon paint washed and smudged too easily, and it didn't belong to him like it belonged to the others. They all knew.]
You can stay. If it's more convenient.
[Or not. It doesn't matter -- at least, he will never admit that he wants the company.]
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And he could only stomach disreaspect and contempt for so long. The neon paint washed and smudged too easily, and it didn't belong to him like it belonged to the others. They all knew.]
You can stay. If it's more convenient.
[Or not. It doesn't matter -- at least, he will never admit that he wants the company.]