[It's the slow blossom of a vicious grin that leaves a pause between Widowmaker's response and Sombra's own: the soft tap of her nails where they're curled around metal in her arms while her shoulders shrug ever so gently in absolute contentment. And agreement.
They're short on time - she needs to leave.
A flicker of visible, fractured code. Violet light fading away into nothingness, Sombra disappearing where she stands.] I'll leave you to it.
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They're short on time - she needs to leave.
A flicker of visible, fractured code. Violet light fading away into nothingness, Sombra disappearing where she stands.] I'll leave you to it.
[A beat, and then:] Cheers, love.