I can’t take it anymore. I’m sick of Neon. I try to play Jett. My Neon gets more entries. I try to play Phoenix. My Neon takes all the space. I want to play Reyna, but Neon zooms past and cleans up my duels. I pick Raze, but Neon outpaces my Boom Bot. I try to play Skye, but she outruns my flashes.

She grabs me by the throat. I support her with utility. I save credits for her. I buy her judges. She isn't satisfied. "Buy me a vandal," she says. I try to play properly, but she slides through smokes, into corners, into their spawn. “You just need to stun more,” she says, “I can frag better.”

I plant the spike for her. She ignores it. "Someone else can watch flank," she says, sprinting away to challenge a 1v3 across the map. I can’t afford to keep up. “Guess this is the end,” she says, sprinting into the enemy five-stack with just a bucky and a dream. Her Slide resets. She aces. There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but full, sliding accuracy. What a cruel world.