Truthfully, Genji was confused. He didn't have the wisdom to make a choice. He continued till he found a quiet place atop the mountains to think. His teacher, Zenyatta, would always be at places like this. He thought by being here, he could draw upon his wisdom. He lay Mercy down gently, placing her head on his lap as he sat the way he did in his homeland, zeiza, bowing his head slightly. He closed his eyes, an image of his teacher filled his mind and soon, it filled his vision.
Zenyatta floated above the grown in a form of meditation. Though his facial features failed to move as much as a human's, you could tell, he was experiencing utter peace. Genji gaze dashed up to his teacher's face, transfixed. He was so very confused how he had appeared and how he knew he needed advice.
"I sense you are troubled, so I have come. Let he help take the pain in your heart away." His voice was mesmerizing. It made Genji's shoulders loosen and his fists unclench. He persisted to stay silent.
"Tell me, I can help. Or, don't tell me. I already know what it is you are thinking. It's written all over your body and heart." He gestured to his face as if he was pulling at his soul and gently swayed his hand above Mercy's still body, releasing the intangible energy. Genji was still silent as ever.
"Valkyrie is speaking to me. She is keeping Angela alive with her life force. She wants to ask you something." Genji's eyes scanned Valkyrie from top to bottom. It was hard to think of it as more than a suit of armor.
"She asks if you plan to make them whole. No more Valkyrie, no more Angela, just Mercy. Was that your plan my disciple?"
Genji lowered his head shamefully. He knew what Zenyatta was going to say.
"Being the way we are is a choice. You cannot make the choice for her. I'm sure you know the rest. Let me warn you first before you decide on anything."
Zenyatta spread his arms as the two were engulfed in a glowing light. It turned red as rippling images of war flashed around them. Robots left in pieces, being shoved around in public spaces, and worst, a familiar looking one with hateful words spray painted in red all over its body amongst the rubbish, discarded in a dark alley.
"The world is rejecting us. I hope you think about that before subjecting her to the same fate."
The light slowly dissipated and the sunlight flooded back in along with the mountain top view.
Zenyatta began to glow increasingly bright until it was nearly blinding. Genji shut his eyes tight and opened them once more. He heard his teacher's voice echoing around him. "I may have left you, but my wisdom remains..."
Genji sat there a little longer. He then spoke "Tracer, you can come out now."
Tracer's head popped out of the bushes. She laughed awkwardly and dashed closer to Genji, approaching him with slow steps. She bent over to look at Mercy.
"Looks like there's a war coming." She tried to scale his reaction to the idea, but he didn't move at all.
"Say, that robot back there. He looked an awful lot like Bastion. He looked mighty scared and damaged. We should go help him. I'd zip in and grab him myself but," she flexed her arms playfully "I'm not quite as strong as you could imagine." Tracer's fingers fiddled with each other. Genji's silence was hard to understand.
Genji abruptly got up, carrying Mercy in his arms once more. Tracer hastily grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait! Don't go."
Genji simply turned around and gently placed Mercy in her arms. "I'll help you, if, you keep her safe."
Tracer steadied her hold on Mercy and looked up quite annoyed at him. "I wanted to keep her safe in the first place. You're the one that ran off remember?" Tracer let out a laugh as Genji looked away.
She continued. "That place looked like King's row. What do you say we meet up there? You can have a head start, I'll drop off Mercy at HQ. Winston will take good care of her. He's been so worried. Then we can go and save Bastion! Doesn't that sound like a smashing good idea? Her face lit up with excitement. Quite giddy she jumped up and down a little.
Genji was worried that she was shaking Mercy a little too much. "Just take her back safely, and you can find me there."
"Still got your communicator?"
He nodded and disappeared with the breeze.
Tracer turned to her memory of the fastest route to HQ. Her mind wandered a little though. It was terrible to think the place she had called home was now in so much tension. She was incredibly fond of Bastion too. "Why would anyone want to harm such a sweet guy? Sure he's shot some people, but only bad people. He's done nothing but good for the world." She looked up to the sky, the clouds languidly passed by.
Tracer sped as fast as she could. She could feel herself sweat. She never sweat while running. It was a different kind of sweat. A cold chill. The thought of it haunted her mind, the images that Zenyatta had shown.
A war was coming.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I've fixed the problem of D. Va's name not showing up in the previous chapters. Thank you for the review! I wouldn't have noticed. Hope you like where the story is going, there's still a long road ahead after all. Hope you will stick around for the journey till the very end.