Random Shorts Frazzle Did

Luna trotted up to the bars of the cell, cautious in her movements.

“Sombra,” she sneered, “You were begging to see me?”

He sighed, his head hanging low. His shattered horn reflected torchlight, “I have much to parley with you…”

“And what makes you think I should parley? Why should I not leave here and have you rot away?”

“Because this parley is over you and your past.”

Luna paused as Sombra turned his gaze up to meet her’s.

“Like mineself, you too are a relic of the past, cast out and left in a world barren of all you held dear… How?”

“How?”

“How did you manage to fit in this world where I did not?”

Luna was silent for a moment before answering, “Do you truly wish to know?”

Sombra’s nod encouraged her on.

“Very well… Then let me tell you what a good friend did for me…”