[Hanzo recoils from him as if he were a viper in robes, the whites of his eyes pale and bare, and guilt lances painfully through Zenyatta's core. There is fear beneath the uncertainty, just a spark, but it is enough to burn through whatever affinity they might have built between them in an instant.
The breath's width of space between them widens in an instant.]
Hanzo...
[Part of him would like to reach out to him, try to take his hands and prevent him from running, but to touch him might break the fragile threads of trust they have woven between him; his hands hover in the air between them, faltering.]
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The breath's width of space between them widens in an instant.]
Hanzo...
[Part of him would like to reach out to him, try to take his hands and prevent him from running, but to touch him might break the fragile threads of trust they have woven between him; his hands hover in the air between them, faltering.]
Wait. You do not have to leave.