[ He waits. They wait- Delta weighty and warm and buzzing with tension in the back of his mind, that green flare pricking his pupil once again. Compassion isn't new to either of them- but explaining it is like learning for the first time. All the little details that came together to make 'we have to leave, we can't stay' go from a vague thought to a concrete reality. ]

A moment to us is hours to an AI. They can run scenarios millions of times a second. Delta's source AI was...tortured with running scenarios that were designed to cause him the most pain. Mission failures that resulted in casualties. The fragments don't remember and we didn't know- [ Another story. Another life that's not his to share. His hand slips from Sombra's cheek to her shoulder. ] I didn't know. We found out. We left. D never thought he'd be able to put someone he considered his responsibility in danger- let alone cause them harm.