User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-5837525-20161113205635

(Clicking his heels like Dorothy, Star-Lord takes the air on his jet boots and follows Blue toward the shipping yards. He keeps his blasters at the ready in case of oncoming resistance.)

Decibelle: My pleasure. C'mon. I'll show you to the hangar outside.

(As Sombra regards Eroma up and down, he feels as if he is coming face-to-face with a ghost. Seeing her resemblance to the fractured princess, what he had done to Amore so long ago suddenly comes rushing back to him. Tears began to well in the corners of his eyes.)

Sombra: It's... It's true... You do look like her...

Orbit: Sombra?

Sombra: *gasp*

(Sombra quickly dries his eyes and looks forward.)

Sombra: Forgive me. I... wasn't as prepared for this meeting as I thought.

(He takes a few steps toward Eroma.)

Sombra: I'm sorry. I must ask. Do you... know who I am, by any chance?