"I know you're upset over what's happening Zenyatta" Zarya started. "And I am sorry. But I'm concerned. I need and want to know what is going on and on what's affecting you. If you're troubled, I need to see what can be done about it."

Zen sighed. "I don't think you can, Zarya" he looked down at his hands, larger and less petite then the hands he used to have. "I just feel… useless"

"You're not useless, Zen" Zarya continued. Though she wasn't certain how far she meant it. "You are necessary for this mission. If you can get into contact with the Bastion, we can get what we need."

Zen tensed at the assertion, and then looked up to stare into Zarya's impassive face. "Zarya… you don't get it do you? The thing reacted so badly to me, but you only saw the reaction. I saw what it felt. Hatred, anger. And most of all, fear"

"Fear of you?"

"Of something that looks like me" He turned to look at a window, and Isaacs reflection stared back. "Well, looks like Isaac"

"Now listen-"

"I'm no use in this body, Zarya" he interrupted. He turned to look at Zarya, and his eye apertures had widened to reveal large blue optics giving a desperate look. "I feel so wrong. I'm an interloper in this body. I nod for the camera and do my best to sound positive, but Isaacs friends refuse to look at me. I used to see so much, but now I can only see the brush stroke when before I could see the whole painting" Just to prove his point, he placed a hand on Zarya's broad shoulder, and concentrated as best he could to remove any fear or doubt from her mind. But when he opened his eyes she was still looking down on him, eyes wide and full of concern

"And this is my final mission to"

"Zen…-

"I understand. I'm a liability if all I can do is whine. But no other Omnic has looked at me like that before Zarya, no other have I felt such hatred, towards me"

"Oh?" Zarya raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, did it look into you like it did the rest of us?"

"No" Zenyatta appeared confused. "No, it didn't. It reacted the minute it saw me, didn't try to look deeper or anything"

"So how do you know it hates you?"

Zenyatta went quiet, and then looked up to see Zarya's eyes.

"I… suppose we don't."

"There we go" Zarya shook her head and rolled her eyes. "We jumped to a conclusion that it hates you because it knows you the way it knows the rest. I'm happy to bet that it only hates you because it doesn't know you like the rest of us to"

"I… of course. I'm sorry, I was being a fool"

"Yes. You were. Makes you like the rest of us I suppose" Zarya smiled, and Zenyetta nodded.

"Thank you Zarya. If it's okay, I wish to go meditate"

"Of course" Zarya moved out of the way, and Zenyatta began to walk to the door in quiet thought. A question burning on Zarya's mind raised its head.

"Zen, hold on a minute"

Zenyatta turned and cocked his head to the side.

"I want to know something" Zarya began. An unfamiliar emotion began to press on her, and her tongue felt thick and unwieldy in her mouth. "What would the Omnic see if it looked in me?"

Zenyatta shook his head.

"It might be hard to say" Zenyatta said. Zarya stayed silent, and Zen knew she would brook no excuse. "But, if it did, it would see far too much guilt and shame for a good woman to have"

Zarya said nothing. Only nodded her thanks to Zenyatta. Only when he took a step further did she speak.

"Thank you, Zenyatta. You have given me much to think about. You can go now"

"How is your father?"

Angela looked up from hammering a hot piece of metal into place and frowned. She had woken from a 4-hour sleep after having completed her small addition to the Valkyrie suit, was now doing odd jobs for Reinhardts armour while waiting for Lena to come back from her Mission. Heavy metal pounded out of speakers as Angela beat the metal in front of her for the last hour in a true moment of hyperfocus for her. Shadows from the bright flame of the forge danced on the walls, the hot forge roared heat into the room like the breath of a beast, and Angela's bare arms, brow and stomach glistened with sweat. The doors and windows were all open, and heat poured to the outside and the rest of the house.

"What?" she asked. Reinhardt looked up from his own work, and his face contorted from surprise.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else for a moment. You remind me of my goddaughter when you work"

"Oh" Angela got back to work, hoping she could recover the thread of concentration that she had lost.

"So" Reinhardt tried to save face. "How is your dad?"
"He's fine. Retired. Unless you meant my biological dad"

Reinhardt frowned. "Biological dad?"

"Oh, he's still dead" Angela grinned.

"Wait, nein. I didn't mean" Reinhardt saw her face. "That was a mean trick" Reinhardt sighed. "Let's take a break"

Angela did not want to stop when she had her rhythm going and the music still had her pumped up, but she noticed as a student the weariness of her tutor.

"Sure," she said, reluctantly placing the hammer back on the forge and picking up her drink. Her muscles ached and sweat was pouring into her eyes. But the ache would be gone soon.

Already she had several ideas for the Valkyrie suit.

"I didn't mean to" Reinhardt started.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Sorry I made you feel awkward, but I like the joke.

"It's pretty dark, honestly"

"He was never a great dad" Angela was slightly annoyed her rhythm was blocked for the sake of small talk. They were talking in English, having found their own native brands of German being almost impossible for the other to decipher. Her own English was flawless, as was Reinhardts. "My Uncle raised me better than my biological father ever could"

"Oh. Good to hear it" Reinhardt replied.

Angela sipped her cool drink and waited to see who would be the first to break. For Angela it felt as though Aeons passed, mountains were raised and fell in the time between the sentences. One of them would have to break and talk again and fill the void of awkward conversation, and she didn't plan for it to be her. No matter how long the seconds felt.

"Anyway," Reinhardt began. "I have to say, you look born to do this sort of work"

"I pick up stuff in the labs and the construction sites. I know quite a bit about my own suit, and a bit of Faheeras" Angela replied. She had hoped to steer the conversation away from family, but Reinhardt was not giving her that luxury.

"You see, my goddaughter is very good at it too. Strong like you as well, stronger than these old muscles of mine, I'm sure"

"Oh?" Angela looked away and back to her hammer. She didn't want to be rude however and broke away from her irritation as best she could. "Bridgette, right?"

"Yes. Torbjorn's daughter" He looked uncomfortable and grimaced as he spoke, twisting the hem of his shirt. "You see, she used to talk about her dad none stop, my best friend"

"You're close?" Angela asked. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of Torbjorn.

"Me and him go back a fair ways. We bought this very house as a retirement plan and bring our families to live together" He gave a sad smile. "Plans never survive first contact with the enemy"

"What happened?" Angela asked.

"Me and my wife split. Then the next one. And the one after that"

"I'm sorry"

"You were married correct?"

Angela hid her apathy and discomfort of the conversation the same way she had done so many times before to others. "Yep. five years, and taken too soon"

"Five years," Reinhardt said quietly. He grasped the end of the table and frowned. "I'm sorry"

"I'd rather not talk about it" Angela watched Reinhardt carefully, confused at the questions and his reaction. Slightly worried, she asked him a question. "Do you have children?"

"Yeah" a smile broke out onto his face. "Two boys. Both have children of their own"
"Congratulations" Angela said.

"Always wanted a daughter though," he said. Tapping his fingers on the table, he brought his face around to look at Angela. "Tell me something, and be honest please"

"Reinhardt, you're worrying me"

"Don't" Reinhardt replied. Taking a deep breath he brought his face up to look at Angela. "If someone is estranged from their father. Their biological father, do they really need to make reparations. I've been told that it's natural for the biological dad to raise the child, but should-

"Stop" Angela interrupted. Gripping the bridge of her nose, she tried to make sense of it.

"You're asking me if parents and their kids are owed a good relationship with their children, on the basis of biology?"

Reinhardt coughed. "I suppose I am"

"No" Angela replied, with no doubt in her voice. "Not at all. You don't owe anyone just because they're related. If someone who is related to you treats you like shit you are not obligated to forgive them. I never did"

Reinhardt appeared deflated. "Right. But you see, I don't want Bridgette to talk about Torbjorn you talk about your own father"

"Go on?" Angela said, hoping to cut the shit.

"You see. Bridgette and her dad never had the best relationship after his wife died. He was always away and working on the Omnics, and I would always step in and take care of her" he gave a nostalgic smile. "I drove her to her first date, I watched her graduation and her introduction into the army. Things have been rocky between them, and Torbjorn says that we were too close"

"It doesn't sound like this is your fault" replied Angela. "It sounds like she really cares for you"

"I've tried to get them to make up. He's my best friend, and I want her to be happy. But honestly, I think she uses me to hurt him"

"That's rough. But why are you asking me about this?"
"Your parents. You were raised by your uncle and aunt, correct? I thought you might understand what I am on about"

"Sort off. But honestly, if Bridgette sees you as more of a father then Torbjorn, then it's not you who's at fault"

"That's what I was worried about"

"Oh?"

"Think about what happened during the attacks. She only acted once I did. Once she was told to save lives. If I hadn't been there, she would have done nothing" He looked to the forge, and felt the heat roiling from the fire. "If I'm her chosen father, how could she have been so callous? And if that was Torbjorns influence, what does that say about him?"