Second chapter, this time, Widowmaker! Now, while I personally believe getting "Amélie" back exactly as she were before brainwashing is impossible (Talon erased her) and that, if she's ever freed from their control, Widowmaker would create herself a new identity, I still can toy with the idea of getting Amélie back.

Also, I think her lower legs are artificial limbs, but i'm not sure about that.

A barred window, a lightbulb encrusted into the ceiling, no bedsheets or mat, just a sleeping bag that was fixed to the bed, a toilet in a corner. The room was spartan, with every thing that was (or more accurately, wasn't) there a reminder of what she had done.

No, of what Widowmaker had done, not her.

But, looking at her pale hands (they weren't blue anymore, but they would never be like they were before), she could still see some of the people Widowmaker had killed, that Omnic preacher, that woman, all those people ... And above all, she could see his face as if it had been yesterday.

Gérard.

Her husband. Her love. She had killed him.

She had killed her own husband.

The silence in the room left her alone with her thoughts. She would have been ready to talk to just about anyone if only to stop thinking about what she had done.

That's when she faintly heard people talking outside her room.

"...shouldn't talk to her now, Lena. Neither should you, Zenyatta."

"I understand, doctor Ziegler." said a robotic voice

"Me too." she recognized that voice

The door opened and a blond woman entered. She also came to visit her the day before and the previous one.

"Good morning, how are you today?"

"Fine."

She wasn't buying it.

"Really?"

"I just." she tried to not look at the doctor "I miss my legs." she said, swinging the metal limbs, feeling their coldness when they touched her palms.

She danced, once. She could remember being on stage. Not a really big one, mind you. While she was talented and loved dancing, she hadn't been that famous. Still, she could clearly remember dancing on the scene, people applauding, her bowing to thank them and how happy she felt. How she had been asked for a few autographs when she exited the theater.

But she would never be able to do that again.

She felt more than she saw the doctor sitting beside her.

"I think I understand. You can't imagine how hard it was to convince Genji that not everything was over after the operation. I tried my best."

"Did it work?" she vaguely recalled something about someone named Genji from before she had been ... from before everything.

The doctor had a faint smile.

"Not quite as well as I had expected. I'm no therapist and never before had so much needed to be replaced. He was fine as long as he could focus on a single objective, but when he had reached it, well, he was left alone with his thoughts. Anyway, we're not here to talk about my previous patients, so anything else on your mind?"

She knew what thoughts had prevented her to sleep for the past days, so she talked.

"I killed all those people."

The doctor sighed.

"We talked about it yesterday, there was nothing you could do."

"But I did it! And if I didn't, then who's to say I'm not whoever they made me anymore? Who am I?"

She was breaking down and was crying when she finished her sentence.

Mercy didn't know what to do. While some of her patients had to be reassured after an operation, Amélie was a unique case and she was at loss of what to do. Still, words might help.

"We inspected what we found in the base. It was an extremely sofisticated equipment, it's a miracle we managed to bring you back, Amélie."

She had to keep saying her name, to remind her of who she was.

"They suppresed you! You couldn't do anything about it. You're here today because, with our help, you broke what they did."

"But, then why couldn't I break away when they made me kill those people? When they made me kill my own husband! I couldn't break away then, why did you save me? Why someone so weak as I?"

She could still remember most of the faces of her victims, but she could also never forget how alive she had felt then, how she couldn't wait to kill again, just to feel alive once more. That couldn't have been her, if it was, she was a monster.

Angela carefully chose her next words. What she would say next would have a profound immact on the woman's mind and on whether she would want to become Amélie again or not.

"We saved you because whoever you were or want to be now, you were someone who was captured and forced to do horrible things against your will. And we could not let someone suffer any longer than it would take to free you. And whoever you want to be after that, if you want to be Amêlie again, if you don't think you can be her and want to be someone else, we'll help you. Because as long as you're not that assassin anymore, we'll let you be whoever you want. So, now the question is: who do you want to be?"

She thought about it.

It was obvious that, whatever would happen next, she would have to live with what she had been forced to do, ignoring it was impossible and it would always be part of who she was.

She thought back on those few days after she had been rescued by Gérard and the rest of Overwatch, how happy she was to be with him again. She had talked to the rest of the rescue team, to get to know her rescuers. She remembered who was that Genji now. Jack and Reinhardt (as they had insisted that she call them by their first name) had been very kind people. They rescued her twice now, the least she could do was to be herself again.

"I think ... I think ... Being Amélie again, being me again, is what I want."

Angela smiled.

"That's wonderful, Amelie. I think that we'll transfer you to a new room tomorrow. Do you think that you can talk to an Omnic?"

An Omnic. Like that preacher she had killed. He only wanted peace and she... No, she had been forced to do so. She could talk to one.

"I think. Why?"

"Because an Omnic joined us and he is very kind. I think talkibg to him would help you very much."

"Then I'll do it."

"Great. I have to go now, there's much to prepare. See you tomorrow, Amélie."

"Good bye, Angela."