[Honestly, he's a bit amazed. He put all his cards into that table--a table he himself knew had a false bottom that would reveal his hand and ruin him in a second. Sombra wasn't attainable, not by anyone--she erased herself over and over again, until she was something almost metaphysical. It was like trying to catch a ripple on a lake. You reach out to grab it and it splits out into a thousand different ones.]
Not my place to say if you know what true suffering is or not. Everyone experiences life differently. Everyone suffers in their own way. Maybe I did have a decent life before I was turned into this thing. But all of that is gone now.
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Not my place to say if you know what true suffering is or not.
Everyone experiences life differently. Everyone suffers in their own way. Maybe I did have a decent life before I was turned into this thing. But all of that is gone now.
How am I supposed to help you ...
When I don't even know how to help myself?