[Perhaps predictably, her shoulders lock, and she throws him a frown. He knows better than to try and broach this subject with her -- at least, she thinks he should know better. Or maybe it was time to recognize that she was being too optimistic to think that Jack Morrison still remembered the green field cadet saluting him in his office.

Maybe its because her conversation with Azucar made her raw. Maybe its because the truth hurts. Maybe its because she doesn't have anyone here who understands how helpless she feels.]

You ain't sorry. Just because you gave up on the world doesn't mean everyone else did.

[It wasn't a fair statement, considering she'd thought he was dead. But he wasn't -- he just chose not to get involved. And even though she shouldn't feel bad for giving him the truth about how she really feels, she looks down at her feet away, half slumped in her chair.]

But yeah, maybe you're right. Mondatta's gone. I should've just let Talon have the Doomfist. Ain't no reason to be interferin' with the protests, or tippin' off the bobbies to save lives, or--ugh.

[She purposefully spins her chair away from Jack, looking straight at the wall. It just wasn't fair.]