You do not understand.

[Amélie's face scrunched up, nose wrinkling at the distaste at actually voicing what she was going to need to to make Sombra understand. It was practically painful to her. The hacker was never going to let her forget it.]

...you are only one that has any idea what I really am that bothers to talk to me like I... Like I exist as anything other than death.

[And as much as she wanted to not look at Sombra, she did with those eerie eyes of hers.]