[Leaving had never been on the cards for Zenyatta; he had only meant to relieve the man and his wary disposition from the pressure of eye contact. But even before he is called (and briefly he reflects upon how touching that is in itself, in spite of his distraction) he is turning back, chin jerked upwards in a subtle display of surprise.]
"Omnic"? [Good intentions be damned. Zenyatta stares at him outright for a moment, letting the word and all its implications tick over for several seconds before he laughs outright, all sunlight and warmth.
He has met several locals already, still more newcomers like himself. And every one of them has called him a "robot".
He takes his hands once more, thumbs sweeping across the center of the man's palms.]
My name is Zenyatta. And it appears we are from the same world. Tell me, my friend, have you heard of the Shambali?
[Hanzo questions. It isn't as though it's something that the other could deny. It was as clear as day. Of course it hadn't occurred to him that this word was specific to someone from their timeline. Not immediately, at least. Perhaps because he had seen Zenyatta and knew that they were from the same place right away, he assumed that maybe the same could have been done simply from looking at him. Clearly that isn't the case. Hanzo doesn't look so different in comparison to many of the other humans he's come across.]
Zenyatta? Pleased to meet you. My name is Hanzo.
[There's the slightest bow of his head in respect before he responds.]
Yes. [He nearly points out that he recalls a news story in which a prominent member of the Shambali was killed by terrorists, but decides it is an inappropriate thing to bring up following an introduction. At least in that manner.] Mondatta was said to have done many great things.
[The kaleidoscope twists, the colours shift, and for a moment their realignment is dazzling; each feature knits itself together, those high cheeks and proud brow and the shadows beneath his eyes. Genji's lips had always been a ruin when he knew it, but he had seen the photograph he kept in his room of two boys with full, clever mouths. Zenyatta stills, statuesque, and stares at Hanzo's face as if seeing it for the first time.
He is slow to react to Hanzo's comment, even as the name Mondatta catches in him like a thorn.]
... ah. Yes. He- was a remarkable individual. [Remarkable does not begin to cover it. But his attention is being steadily pulled back, and back...]
You are Hanzo Shimada. [Matter-of-factly stated. He has no doubts now.] Your brother is one of my students.
[His eyes go wide when Zenyatta speaks next, shaking his head slowly purely out of disbelief.]
No...
[Surely it couldn't be? What were the chances that an omnic he crosses paths with here simply by chance turns out to know his brother. Not just know him, but knows enough to identify him by name. Does Genji speak of him? Is it with hatred and disdain? He can't imagine anything else.
If that is the case, then the pleasantries he's exchanged with Zenyatta so far are surely to come to an end. He's not sure what to do, but he finds himself taking a step back, then another. He's not so much backing away from the omnic as he is the memory of the things he's done--the things he's ashamed of.]
[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.]
[No, he does not have to, he supposes. But he absolutely wants to. He has no interest discussing things further with the omnic. He was caught off guard by it and his emotional response to that was too strong for him to keep level-headed during the conversation.
Hanzo shakes his head, turns around, and does not stop walking.]
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"Omnic"? [Good intentions be damned. Zenyatta stares at him outright for a moment, letting the word and all its implications tick over for several seconds before he laughs outright, all sunlight and warmth.
He has met several locals already, still more newcomers like himself. And every one of them has called him a "robot".
He takes his hands once more, thumbs sweeping across the center of the man's palms.]
My name is Zenyatta. And it appears we are from the same world. Tell me, my friend, have you heard of the Shambali?
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[Hanzo questions. It isn't as though it's something that the other could deny. It was as clear as day. Of course it hadn't occurred to him that this word was specific to someone from their timeline. Not immediately, at least. Perhaps because he had seen Zenyatta and knew that they were from the same place right away, he assumed that maybe the same could have been done simply from looking at him. Clearly that isn't the case. Hanzo doesn't look so different in comparison to many of the other humans he's come across.]
Zenyatta? Pleased to meet you. My name is Hanzo.
[There's the slightest bow of his head in respect before he responds.]
Yes. [He nearly points out that he recalls a news story in which a prominent member of the Shambali was killed by terrorists, but decides it is an inappropriate thing to bring up following an introduction. At least in that manner.] Mondatta was said to have done many great things.
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He is slow to react to Hanzo's comment, even as the name Mondatta catches in him like a thorn.]
... ah. Yes. He- was a remarkable individual. [Remarkable does not begin to cover it. But his attention is being steadily pulled back, and back...]
You are Hanzo Shimada. [Matter-of-factly stated. He has no doubts now.] Your brother is one of my students.
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No...
[Surely it couldn't be? What were the chances that an omnic he crosses paths with here simply by chance turns out to know his brother. Not just know him, but knows enough to identify him by name. Does Genji speak of him? Is it with hatred and disdain? He can't imagine anything else.
If that is the case, then the pleasantries he's exchanged with Zenyatta so far are surely to come to an end. He's not sure what to do, but he finds himself taking a step back, then another. He's not so much backing away from the omnic as he is the memory of the things he's done--the things he's ashamed of.]
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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.
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Hanzo shakes his head, turns around, and does not stop walking.]