@arztin sent: “ i’ve always found it best not to look into the past. ”
Though the doctor’s statement would be made easier if the past did not look into her, every time she looked into the mirror, Widowmaker could see the appeal in it. She envied that freedom to shed the past like a worn-out coat, shut up in the closet to be forgotten or tossed away.
The prison Talon had built around her held her more than Overwatch’s metal walls and bulletproof glass window. She could turn her gaze away, but she could not wash the blood from her hands any more than she could the ink on her skin, or the name branded on her like a badge of honor.
She could close her eyes and let them draw Amelie out again, but the past would kill her as surely as any bullet.
And so, Widowmaker clung to the tang of blood and the memories of the lives she’d taken, if only so she could save the one that mattered to her. When her hands threatened to shake, she dug her nails into her palms until the pain grounded her again. When someone stopped by to visit, she lifted her eyes and started right at that burning golden reflection until she was certain she would not slip.
“And how has that served you so far, Doctor?” Her lips curled into a smile at the corners. “Do not underestimate what the past can do for you, when you do not hide from it.”