[Pharah watches her mother, carefully schooling her own expression into something neutral and unreadable. She would still argue that she would have preferred to look on her mother at all rather than a memorial plaque commemorating her life and sacrifice for the greater good, but it's starting to sink in what her mother's really talking about. They're both stubborn, proud women. Pity isn't something Pharah would have wanted, either. She glances at her feet, breathing deeply.]

[Her mother continues speaking and the last comment seems to stab at something deeper in Pharah. She frowns slightly, taking a deep breath before she looks up. As long as they're being honest, though,]

You had a funny way of showing it. I gave up trying to make you proud, I felt like I could not do anything right by you.