What I once was
She sat there, rifle at her side, a requirement before she would be allowed out, and stared off. The stars were out, sparkling in the night sky like diamonds against black velvet.
Amelie felt at ease out there. There was nowhere else on base where she could relax. Overwatch meant well. She knew that. But she wondered how many of them would be willing to forgive her. Most days she felt like an experiment. Something they wanted to see if they could do. Could they win over Talon? Could they turn her back to Amelie Lacroix?
No. They couldn’t. She could tell them that. But they would not listen.
A sigh. Laying back against the cold roof, she just glanced up at the sky. No answers were found there, but the Widowmaker was at peace.
