It’s self interest, Sombra knows.
Sombra’s read every headline, seen every article - has made a mockery of the omnics and the men who want to move the omnics.
Everyone is guilty; no one is innocent. There’s an underlining current of classism and suppression; Sombra, who has grown up as the hidden entity behind computers - a simple girl from Mexico - knows as no one else can possibly know, this is a revolution, a testament, a chess game.
Sombra is both the queen and the king; the piece that needs no guidance, the vulnerable shadow, bathed in effervescent genius, tactician.
And the figure of action, bathed in glorious blood, spotlight, every media outlet finds a star and shines brighter than the sun.
Sombra is a persons but also a person. Sombra is an idea, but also an outlet. Sombra is the thought, sitting up at night - now’s the time to shape the world, to end a war, to be the catalyst rather than the cattle.
Now’ the perfect time to start a revolution.
Start with Volskaya, make a statement, she thinks. Put everyone on even ground, she thinks. Talon, Overwatch … structure is the fatal flaw.
There’s a girl with a name, she lives in Dorado, she watches the news and her mother and hears the gun pop, violent, violent, rain down, ammunition. Crime town.
Thinks to herself, I can stop this - stop it all - gives up the name, the origin, the town. If this is what it takes, keep the city safe, now. This is what it takes.
The girl is gone, but Sombra never will be.
