[ as an ode to the nightmare given to her during the button game she's going to grab her sports car and head out to a beautiful far away garden... though it's beauty is certainly going to be up for debate once d.va spills her blood on all of the, once, perfectly manicured lawn and the pristine bed of flowers. ]

[ the smell of oleander fills the air as she drops to her knees, closing her eyes and taking in the intoxicating scent as she doesn't bother to remove the knife from her chest. nah. she leaves the it sticking out of herself, because, as always, she's got to be dramatic; putting on a good show for her gracious host. ]

Hadassah, [ she takes a shuddering breath. ] Hadassah, can you hear me?