[Zenyatta hovers, as he typically does, and nods his head as well.]
You have my thanks once more, for meeting with me.
[Nearby on the ground, wrapped in a worn red cloth, is a sleeping Aadarsh. Next to him is Yumi, also napping. He's babysitting both of them for the time being.
Zenyatta lowers himself to his feet, actually winding up standing taller than he was while hovering.]
I do not like to keep secrets... but I felt this conversation might be better to have between the two of us.
[A beat of silence.]
Whomever killed Mondatta is someone who is in a very dark place. Something I would not wish on anyone. Perhaps if I met them, I would feel anger.
... I miss my brother dearly. We have had our disagreements as well, to the point I left the Shambali. I have occassionally thought that perhaps, if I had stayed, he would not be dead.
But dwelling on that thought is not something he would want for me. There is no good in mourning for so long. Not when there are much better things to make use of myself for.
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You have my thanks once more, for meeting with me.
[Nearby on the ground, wrapped in a worn red cloth, is a sleeping Aadarsh. Next to him is Yumi, also napping. He's babysitting both of them for the time being.
Zenyatta lowers himself to his feet, actually winding up standing taller than he was while hovering.]
I do not like to keep secrets... but I felt this conversation might be better to have between the two of us.
[A beat of silence.]
Whomever killed Mondatta is someone who is in a very dark place. Something I would not wish on anyone. Perhaps if I met them, I would feel anger.
... I miss my brother dearly. We have had our disagreements as well, to the point I left the Shambali. I have occassionally thought that perhaps, if I had stayed, he would not be dead.
But dwelling on that thought is not something he would want for me. There is no good in mourning for so long. Not when there are much better things to make use of myself for.
... Does this answer satisfy you?