An impassive gaze settles onto Sombra, crimson eyes boring into her from where Reaper, who simply stays quiet while the thoughts churn in their head, stands. With the latest mission report in their hand, they simply allow their gaze to drift away from Sombra and onto the holo-pad. Should they bother? They ask themself that- they don't know why they ask themself that, but they do- and the inquiry is something that they can't seem to find an answer to.
But the answer is simple enough, isn't it? No, they shouldn't bother. But then why do they even consider the notion? ( What do you care? Why does it bother you? ) Reaper thinks, and they think and think, and yet, despite all the thinking, they find no answer to any of the questions that bother them. ( It's because of Gabriel Reyes, isn't it? Because of his memories? ) Yes, it is because of Gabriel, because of his friendship with Amélie, that everything that's happening feels like a knife being ground right into their very heart, over and over and over.
Moira is a cruel, cruel person- if this is all happening to them, with so much more freedom in their movements; their right to act out their inner 'turmoil'- they can only imagine what Widowmaker must be feeling inside. But why should they? Why do they?
"You know your interventions only make things worse for her." they speak then, taloned fingertips digging into the screen of the holo-pad with such force that it threatens to break. They don't care. Their gaze is dragged away from the report and onto Sombra yet again, "Wanting her to 'live a little', feeling sorry for her- none of it will help her in the long run." they pause, and the holo-pad cracks into pieces under the newly strengthened force of their grip at last.
Did she think nobody was watching them? There's always someone watching, Sombra is just lucky it was them, this time, and not Moira.
"This is the only time I'll let this slide, Sombra. Write up a new report and keep her out of it. Unless you want Moira to think Widowmaker's work efficiency is going down." they say coolly, dropping the pieces of the broken holo-pad onto the ground. ( She probably already fucking knows, though. )
She's aware of the fact she's still in shock; generally, the hacker is good about suppressing little signs at her mental state but there's a shakiness to her fingers and a sort of anxious tendency to squeeze them into fists that very rarely shows - yet here they are, in all of their glory, in from of them.
She is aware too of their state. They're usually more withheld with their emotions - not to the degree of the Widow, of course, but that wasn't the nature of their modifications. The report is having some sort of impact on them and Sombra for all of her intelligence isn't really sure why - she's barely cognizant of what she managed to put in the digital document, there were too many trains of thought in her head, and even now every single one of them was screaming at her for attention -
The soft glow of magenta snapped up at them suddenly when their gruff voice interrupted the silence and every thread of attention silenced as she scrutinized them with something uncharacteristic and cruel in her gaze. "Is that so, Gabito?" The name drips like acid from her mouth and she stands up, her hands on either side of their desk and she looks at them from below with all the fierceness of a cornered animal.
"You imagine I'm just gonna stand still, do nothing about anything, and rot. Like you." She scoffs and it's cruel and dismissive. "I was in Los Muertos, compa. Doesn't mean I'm dead." The hacker turns, as if daring them to strike her from behind; her circuit hand with it's pretty purple nails makes a rhythmic motion and something small and pink zooms out of the destroyed holo-pad into her circuits - the file that was her hastily written report.
"It'll be done." Her voice is a little quieter now, almost as if she was rethinking her earlier venom - but not too much, she is pretty touchy when it comes to the strange bond that's formed between her and the Widow. She does, though, appreciate the...news that she'd mentioned Angie in the report. That could have been bad.
"Gracias." With that, she leaves.
