[ But Sombra had, he thinks as his gaze meets York's. He'd thought of going with her, more than thought of it actually.
But she'd left him behind. She'd gone where he couldn't follow. Neither of them could, but there's that selfish sliver of him that aches purely for himself because he's allowed to now.
That same selfish impulse that winds up all that rage and sorrow taut like a cord, the better to latch onto the York. They have each other left. He's not letting go of that. ]
Don't.
[ It's quieter this time, but every bit as earnest. ]
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But she'd left him behind. She'd gone where he couldn't follow. Neither of them could, but there's that selfish sliver of him that aches purely for himself because he's allowed to now.
That same selfish impulse that winds up all that rage and sorrow taut like a cord, the better to latch onto the York. They have each other left. He's not letting go of that. ]
Don't.
[ It's quieter this time, but every bit as earnest. ]