Sanjay descended the stairs with an eerie calmness. "I was wondering where you got to," he said, fixing his stare on Hana. "And I see Satya pursued you here as well."

Hana tried to muster enough saliva to speak clearly. "S-Sanjay…yeah, I…"

He came and stood right in front of her, never once settling his gaze on any of the Junkers. "So what was going on down here?"

"I – my brain was still feeling weird, and I…I just ended up down here, and…"

He nodded. "Right, of course. Are you feeling better now?"

"Um…"

A deafening buzz filled the room. Hana turned to find the other Junkers trapped by a translucent box of electric blue light so small they could barely fit into it. Junkrat tried to shoulder the side, but recoiled immediately as it sparked and presumably shocked him.

Sanjay waited for Hana to turn back around before he spoke. Then, seizing her by the arm, he hissed, "I am so sick of you."

"Sanjay," Satya finally spoke up, "listen to me – what Vishkar claims to be doing with the Junkers, it is not true. They are not helping them. They are eliminating them to take their land."

Sanjay maintained his grip on Hana's arm, almost inhumanly strong. In the faint light Hana made out a faint glittering between his glove and the end of his sleeve. His arm is metal like Satya's. "You think this is news to me?" he replied, still creepily calm in tone. "Not everyone is as oblivious as you are, Satya."

Satya drew back a little. "You knew about this?"

"I was involved in it." He wrapped his other arm around Hana's stomach, preventing any chance of her getting away from him. "Unlike you, apparently, some of us are actually dedicated to achieving Vishkar's goals."

"Sanjay, our goal is to uplift humanity and create a better world for everyone. That includes the most vulnerable among us, the ones who must be shown the way." Satya reached out to him. He took a step backward, shoved Hana against the wall, and bound her hands together with light. Once she was incapacitated he pushed her to the ground and turned his full attention on Satya.

"You have no idea how much privilege you've had here, Satya. The rest of us Architechs work ourselves to death so you can be Vishkar's pampered little princess. The one who never has to do any dirty work." He took a menacing step toward her. "Of course you think improving the world is all sunshine and hand-holding – you live in your own damn reality. Unless you suddenly decide to join the rest of us here in the real world you will never understand Vishkar's motivations."

Satya could do nothing but search his face with wide eyes, seemingly at a loss for words. Her lack of response only seemed to spur him on.

"I've given my life to this company! Then one day you barge in, the dirty little rescue dog from Hyderabad, and suddenly we have to acquiesce to all of your petty demands – that we're talking too loud, that the room is too bright, any little thing that bothers Princess Satya. And we're all forced to go along because if we don't you're going to throw yourself on the floor and start pitching a tantrum like a toddler." A wicked smile spread over his lips. "Now here you are conspiring against us with a bunch of violent criminals. You're an immediate threat to this company now. I'd say that's grounds for...termination."

Before Hana could even fully register what was going on Sanjay was at Satya's throat with a weapon similar to her own. A burst of orange light exploded out from it, latching on to her and pulling a scream out from deep in her throat.

"Satya!" Hana tried to crawl toward them, but her progress with bound arms was minimal.

"I've been waiting for an excuse to get you out of here for a long time." Sanjay held her firmly in place. Satya tried to knock the weapon away, but Sanjay caught her metal arm in his own false hand. With a twist and a sickening snap he detached her arm and flung it against the wall behind them, far from her reach.

"I knew Vishkar was being poisoned by evil people…" Satya fought against him, but it was clear he was using the same energy draining weaponry Satya had used on the Junkers ages ago. "I had no idea you were one of them…"

Hana desperately scrunched and un-scrunched her body, like an inchworm. In that way she managed to crawl over to Satya's discarded arm. Stretching her jaw muscles as wide as they would go, she bit down on Satya's metal palm. Ugh, this would be so much easier if they hadn't filed my teeth down. She pulled the limb in as close to her tied hands as she could manage. Unfortunately the sound of metal dragging across concrete was clearly audible to everyone in the room, even over the sound of Sanjay's weapon.

The weapon went quiet as Sanjay watched Hana struggle. "I can't decide which one of you is more pathetic," he murmured, "the one who refuses a life of luxury to return to a band of criminals, or the one who abandons all of her responsibilities to assist those criminals." Still holding on to Satya, he walked over to Hana. His spotlessly-polished shoe drove down into her throat. She gagged as he steadily increased his weight on her windpipe. "Both of you were more trouble than you were ever worth."

Hana stared up at him. It was still a little hard for her to believe that this man, who had seemed to genuinely care for her while she was under Vishkar's control, was now attempting to, and was probably going to succeed in, strangling her to death.

The Junkers, especially Junkrat and Boss, were pounding on the walls of their "cage", ignoring the sparks that flew from it as they did so. Boss was kicking it as hard as she could. It must have been far stronger than any of Satya's delicate constructions, because they made no progress in doing so.

Saliva welled up in Hana's blocked throat and dribbled out onto the floor. She made one last attempt to flail her way to freedom, but Sanjay held her held fast. Her vision was starting to dim around the edges. Great, guess this is how I die. Survive a nuclear apocalypse just to get choked to death by some white-collar asshat…

Suddenly Sanjay went flying into the wall. Satya swung her gun at him again, knocking him to the floor beside Hana. "Vishkar can be saved," she said, "but the evil corrupting it must be eliminated."

A burst of light erupted between them. Hana scrambled out of the way. The beam from Satya's weapon arced out toward the Junkers' cage, piercing it like a spear. The cage shattered. Ana darted over to Hana, grabbed her up, and freed her hands with one strong pull. Hana half-crawled, half-ran over to the rest of the Junkers, who pulled her into the fold with protective arms.

Sanjay pushed Satya down and held his claw-weapon a few inches from her face. Satya attempted to knock him away, but without her left arm she was visibly disadvantaged.

In a snap decision Hana surrendered the safety of the Junkers to sneak back to her, arm in hand.

"You remember the explosion in Calado?" Sanjay kept his weapon pressed right to Satya's face. She winced, still trying in vain to push him off. "That was me. That's the price of improving the world, Satya. Vishkar was so pleased with me, because that's exactly the kind of dedication they need to put their plans into motion."

"You ruined the lives of those civilians." Satya shook her head, the disgust in her voice practically tangible. "You killed some of them. That is not making a better world."

Hana slowed as she came up behind Sanjay, still clutching tight to Satya's heavy prosthetic arm.

"You just don't get it, Satya. You live in a fantasy world where nothing has costs or consequences and everyone can just sit around holding hands and being perfectly happy all the time. The real world isn't like that. Everything comes at a price. And the price of improving Vishkar now is–"

Clang! The blow from the metal arm sent him sprawling to the cement. Hana whacked him again, and a third time, trying to beat him away from Satya. He shielded his face and shouted for her to stop. "No!" She hit him again. "You leave Satya alone!"

Slowly sitting up, Satya watched as Hana used her detached limb to beat her coworker into submission. She did not try to stop Hana. In fact, once Sanjay was reduced to a cowering ball on the floor Satya simply held her remaining hand out with her palm turned upwards. Hana handed her the arm, which she noticed then had a streak of Sanjay's blood on it. Satya took the arm and quickly reaffixed it – it bonded seamlessly to her shoulder, as if she'd been born with it. She waggled her fingers, then formed a small orb of light in her palm. Seeing that everything was in working order she then lowered her arm and returned her attention to Sanjay.

"Vishkar does not need your kind here," she said to him. "We are supposed to uplift the world, not plunge it into further wickedness." She kept her weapon pointed at him, but it was obvious, at least to Hana, that she had no intention of actually harming him with it. "I would advise you to leave this place. Find somewhere more suitable to your goals."

Sanjay rolled over onto his back. His lips were bloodied, Hana realized. She must have hit him in the mouth at least once. "Vishkar is suitable to my goals," he said. "But you know, you're right. I don't want any of your blood on my hands…"

Satya brightened a bit. "Yes, that is the way." She held her hand out. "Come, Sanjay, I will help you along a better path–"

The floor lit up a blinding blue. Suddenly it transformed, like water, and Hana fell clean through its surface.