Fault. She speaks of fault here, when it seems so inconsequential a thing to worry about. Would assigning fault gain them anything at this point?

But she is impassioned. She is furious and yes, as she states, desperate. It isn't until Sonia turns this back on Symmetra once more that she lifts her chin, expression still rather chilly.

"What would we do? We accepted them. Or rather, something like them. In the ruins of war they rebuilt us, stronger than ever. And in return we only had to serve the function they had assigned us."

For better or worse, she's beginning to realize.