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[ wash is entirely aware that sombra's not really going to listen to him, but he has to try. ]

Olivita. Please.

She's probably not going to remember anything, at least for a while.

[hackeo]

[ Unheard: the annoyed little huff she makes upon seeing him use his nickname for her, the one based in her real name. But he can probably guess. ]

ay ok more reason to make sure she's ok

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[ he can hear it in his head anyway. ]

You know I'm worried, too. But it'll be easier on her if we take this slow.

Depending on exactly how much she remembers, she's probably going through a good amount of shock re-adjusting to sex city alone.

[hackeo]

idk i mean I came back to my senses quicker bc of my backups

[ Not everyone has backups, Sombra. ]

ok so i'll find out what she remembers
ez

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South doesn't have those.

[ and you would know, sombra, because paranoid bitches like you, and wash, need to look out for people like south. ]

You need to take it slow, Olivita, for your own sake as well as hers. Trying to do too much when she might not remember anything about this place is only going to be more painful.

[ and by not remember anything about this place he really means, in so many words, that she might not remember anything about you. ]

[hackeo]

ugh sé que sé

[ She knows. She knows, and she's working through the problem in her own way. She also knows what he really means. She does. And yet- ]

she won't hurt me
even if she doesn't remember me, she won't

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It'll hurt either way.

[ it'll hurt to see south without her memory of sombra, it'll hurt if she's forgotten even more, and wash is far too careful to dismiss that possibility. south has changed a lot over the years, has clearly worked hard to become who she was when she vanished two weeks ago. it wouldn't be fair to have that all ripped from her -- but if it was. ]

I just don't want to see you hurt any more, Sombra. Please. It's going to be painful no matter what happens, and I know that, for you and for me. But we can take this slowly, together, make it easier on you, on her.

[hackeo]

ok then i won't mention u

[ A deflection, and a bad attempt at a joke. But, ]

it already hurts, wash
i need to see her
w/ my own eyes i need to KNOW
RLY KNOW this stupid city isn't!! fucking with me!!! AGAIN

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You can hack into every damn camera this place has and get an eye on her without needing to actually talk to her. I miss her too. But we can hold off a while longer.

For her sake, too. If she doesn't remember shit then either the memories are going to come back slowly or we have some explaining to do, but it'll benefit her to take it slow either way.

[hackeo]

[ Those are all very good and real points, so, ]

UGH
FINE
RECON ONLY

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[ COMPLETELY LEFT FIELD ]

We're going to an orgy.

[hackeo]

qué

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[ he forwards the invite, helpfully, because sombra would normally have seen it in his inbox by now, but well. ]

Not like there's any shortage in the city, but I'm thinking that one.

We're going. You got a costume in mind?

[hackeo]

[ Normally, an orgy invite would get an immediate and enthusiastic yes out of her. Normally, she's the one dragging Wash along with her to parties. But this time there's a thinking pause, a thousand things running through her head, until she settles on one very simple message: ]

🐈‍⬛

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[ ur so cute. and sad. :( breaks his heart more than a little. ]

Pretty sure you could bust out some sound-reactive cat ears within hours. I could help you out.

And you can help me figure out what to wear, too.

[hackeo]

pls if u help me it'll take me longer
but
ugh ok fine
i'll dress u up with me