Time is an ever-cruel mistress, no? And yet, some things remain.
Those eyes of yours– the very one's I found myself getting lost in ages lost past.
[ As he finishes speaking, that unnatural, *writhing* magic flares to life. ]
. . . What a repugnant feeling this is.
[ Even now, Sombra's feelings remain the same. Even after all that's changed. After everything he's done... love remains in that shriveled up heart of his. ]
. . . They are much more creative than I was back then, that's for certain.
Ghh–...
[ Reeling... writhing, shadowy tendrils burst from Sombra's form, thrashing about in agonizing whips. ]
Hah... karmic justice, she said. Don't make me laugh. this is her vengeance.





