This is going to be a short chapter I'm afraid but it was needed. Thank you for all of your support and comments. It means the world to me. Also, I have a question that I would like to ask of you guys. I've had an Apartment/Neighborhood AU running in my head these last few weeks and I would like to know if this is something that you guys would like to read. If you do just let me know in the comments below.

Zenyatta woke up screaming.

Genji sprang into action. He grabbed his sword ready to call upon his dragon spirit and attack whatever threatened his master. But there was no enemy, only his master shaking like the last leaf on a barren tree.

"Master!"

Zenyatta didn't realize Genji was there. He was too disturbed of what he had experienced to acknowledge his surroundings. Genji put his sword away and held his distressed master. Zenyatta couldn't stop shaking.

"Master?"

He had never seen Zenyatta like this before. The fear that paralyzed him was eerily reminiscent of the days were he struggled with adjusting to his new body. It pained him to see his master suffer. There wasn't much Genji could do for Zenyatta. So he fell back on the same techniques that his master had used when he suffered night terrors.

"You are safe now." Genji whispered as he nuzzled against Zenyatta's neck. "You are safe, master."

Little by little, Zenyatta stopped shaking. He couldn't speak. He was in a daze and trapped by fear.

Genji kept talking, "You are safe. You are wonderful. I adore you. I love you." He repeated these phrases of love and adoration for two hours until Zenyatta calmed down. Zenyatta's sensors recalibrated as everything came into view. "G-Genji?"

He gave his master a little squeeze. "Hello master."

"W-Where?" Zenyatta struggled to say. His night vision came on. Ah, he was in Genji's room. He was safe. So why did he feel so vulnerable?

"Master? Would you…would you like to talk about it?"

"I…" Zenyatta paused and shook his head. How could he ever tell Genji about the Shambali monks? It was a different part of his life – it was in the past. "I am fine, Genji."

"Master, please. Let me be there for you as you were for me."

"It is-It is shameful, I'm afraid." Zenyatta admitted. "I had a nightmare."

"It must be a frightful nightmare to scare you." Genji said softly. "What was it?"

"I can't remember." He searched his memory banks for the slightest recollection of his dream but found nothing. He vaguely recalled a gunshot. "I-I think I died."

Genji visibly stiffened. He took in a deep breath. He was more scared than Zenyatta was. He put his fear away and asked, "And?"

Zenyatta leaned into Genji. "I can't remember." He said hopelessly. "I am sorry for waking you, Genji. I did not mean to disturb your rest."

Genji doubted he would get any sleep. The idea of his master, in life or in dream, dying was frightening. "Master, what is really wrong?"

"I have been asked to prepare a speech at Master Mondatta's memorial service." Zenyatta then added sadly, "I do not believe that I am worthy to speak of him to his public."

"Why?"

Zenyatta laughed lightly. "He is – was Master Mondatta, Genji."

"And?"

He shook his head. "Master Mondatta gave hope to where there was none."

"As have you."

"Genji…"

"Zenyatta…" He smirked and planted a kiss on his robotic boyfriend's head. "It isn't a contest to see who can spread more harmony and peace than the other. Master Mondatta followed his own path as have you."

"I wish you could have known him as I did. I think you two would have gotten along very well."

"If he was anything like you-"

"If I was anything like him…"

"You are not Master Mondatta."

"I know." Zenyatta said sadly. He would never be anything like Mondatta. "I know, Genji."

"You are Master Zenyatta. You are a good person. You are kind when others have shown you hatred. You protect ideals worth fighting for. You have shown me that life is worth living. And for that, I think, makes you an incredibly beautiful person. I did not know Master Mondatta as you did but I know his pupil intimately." A mischievous grin spread across Genji's face. Zenyatta felt his core heat up. "I think he would be proud of your path. And if he was as great as I hear him to be then he would be honored to have you speak for him."

"I do not know…"

"Zenyatta, I will support any decision you make."

"Thank you, Genji."

They stayed awake, enjoying each other's company. Genji was the first to fall asleep. Zenyatta stayed awake until the early morning hours thinking about Master Mondatta and the memorial service. Zenyatta knew three facts: 1. He missed his master terribly, 2. The memorial service would be a way to honor him, and 3. It would be a chance to break the cycle of violence that ravaged the world.

How could he deny the possibility of bringing peace? Wouldn't that be ultimate way to honor Mondatta?

Common sense told him yes and that it was the right thing to do but the "what ifs" plagued his mind. What if he messed up? What if his speech was a pale imitation of what Master Mondatta could do? What if he let his master down one more time? Zenyatta turned on his side and looked at Genji who peacefully slept. If Genji thought that it was a good idea then it must be must.

I can't do worse than banishment, Zenyatta mused.

The only way to go was up.

He left Genji in bed and made a call to Nepal. He waited patiently for him to answer.

"Master Basho." Zenyatta bowed.

"Zenyatta." He said curtly.

"About Master Mondatta's memorial service…"

"What is your answer?"

"I will go."

"Excellent."

"I will meet you in King's Row. If I could please have the date and time-"

"That won't be necessary."

"Then how will I know when to arrive?"

"You are meant to come here."

"Pardon?"

"Due to the violent nature against omnics, we of the Shambali order have decided that it would be better to prepare for the service in Nepal."

"At the monastery?"

"But of course. Where else?"

"I do not believe that-"

"Zenyatta, though Shambali is no longer your home, we at the order believe that if you were to truly present yourself as a disciple of Master Mondatta, it would be best if you spent a few days where his teachings are known best. Will you not honor him?"

"I will honor Master Mondatta." Zenyatta rebutted. "I simply feel-"

"What you feel is irrelevant. It is what Master Mondatta would have wanted. We will come to you and escort you to the monastery tonight."

"I see. I will inform Genji of this."

"Genji?"

"Oh Genji Shimada. He is…" Master Basho did not need to Genji's relationship status with him. "…close to me. I couldn't imagine not having him with me during these…difficult times."

"We cannot allow outsiders. The order forbids it."

"Forbids it? Shambali is a refuge."

"Not anymore. We have had to tighten our ranks. We cannot allow violent ideology to fester on our sacred land. Surely you agree? Master Mondatta thought it was the right thing to do."

"If Master Mondatta thought-"

"I'm so glad that you do." Basho said triumphantly.