[Those pale eyes were boring into Fareeha as she took that measured breath. There was so much Widowmaker could say right then, things that would cut deep and cause true pain, but the fate of Ana Amari was a card the Talon weapon didn't want to play yet. It was too valuable to use over something as insignificant as her husband... so her programming whispered into her mind as it tied off the rising grief of that fatal night that changed everything. To keep it back under control, asleep and away where Talon had wanted it to be.]
I was. [A heavy pause hung in the air before Widowmaker's face took on a bit of life again, leaving the eeriness of what she was behind.] My sense of humor has grown quite dry over the years. Perhaps it was lost on you.
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I was. [A heavy pause hung in the air before Widowmaker's face took on a bit of life again, leaving the eeriness of what she was behind.] My sense of humor has grown quite dry over the years. Perhaps it was lost on you.