[ Sometimes it's weird to remember that the people around her often do have lives to return to. They haven't been snatched out of their worlds right before their deaths, they've got people who care about them and a whole life ahead of them that's not in one of these worlds between worlds. Even Wash has years ahead of where he's come from, going by what she heard from Carolina and Wash on the rig.

She doesn't have any of that. She has the knowledge that she's mere weeks away from being shot in the face, if she ever goes home, and that no one there will miss her when it happens. Because the her who dies at Wash's hand is a terrible, backstabbing bitch who pushed away everyone who might have cared.

And yet here she is now. Sombra cares. Wash cares. It's not a lot of people, not after all those she's lost since she changed, but... it's still people that will actually miss her if she's ever gone. So though she intended to say something flippant about Sombra clearly having been busy busy, the words catch in her throat by the time Sombra's telling her she would have missed her.

She swallows a little thickly. ] ...guess I just had to miss you enough for the both of us, since space-time bullshit was so rude it didn't let you do it for yourself.