As soon as the plane landed, Basho took command. He ordered everyone to start walking. The small airport that was out of place in the tiny peaceful area was as Eila informed her and Zenyatta "Brand new". The Shambali order had an increasing need for travel and with the nearest airport hours away, it made more sense to simply build one.

"Ms. Oxton if you should need to take a break, please let Eila know. I would hate for our journey to be hampered by dead weight."

"How long is the walk up, luv?"

"If I recall correctly, the monastery is thirty miles away." Said Zenyatta.

"Thirty miles? This'll be a walk in the park er- mountains."

"You have that kind of stamina?" Asked Eila.

"I was a fighter pilot back in the day. What about you? Were you always a monk?"

"I was-"

"Once we become monks-" Basho interrupted. "-our past lives do not matter."

"Basho was a dishwasher."

"EILA!" Basho fumed.

"Back in Russia, he was used to wash dishes and plates. Day in and day out, he was up to his elbows in suds."

"Okay, you shut up." Basho scoffed. "Russia was a long time ago. I would rather forget it."

"What about you, Zenyatta? What did you do?"

"I don't remember." He answered. "For as long as I can recall, I have always been a monk."

"You have?"

"Zenyatta was here before we were." Said Eila.

"He was with our Master when I arrived at the monastery."

"That's right." Zenyatta laughed. "I was in the gardens when I greeted you."

"You didn't greet me! You scared me."

Tracer laughed. "What?"

"This maniac was hanging upside down in a tree when I arrived in the gardens."

"I heard that Basho's scream was legendary." Eila snickered. "The people in the village still talk about it today."

"What were you doing in a tree Zenyatta?"

"The buds on the tree were starting to bloom. I wanted to see it happen. The flowers were beautiful that year."

When they arrive at the monastery is was peacefully quiet. There wasn't a noise to be heard as the snowflakes floated down. Tracer shivered.

I should have brought a jacket, she thought.

Basho straightened his robes, making sure that there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen and said in a voice that lacked that authority that it held, "Eila, show Ms. Oxton to a room. Something suitable for a human. I need to speak to Zenyatta alone."

"I would rather stay with Zenyatta than-"

"I will be fine, Tracer. I will see you in the morning."

"If you say so."

"Follow me, please."

Tracer cast one final glance before leaving with Eila. They walked in silence. Tracer took a deep breath.

"So…You're a female omnic?" She said starting off small.

"Yes."

"I've never seen one of you before. N-No, I didn't mean it like that I-um…"

"No, I understand. It's a sausage party here."

Tracer gasped. She didn't know what to say. To hear Eila say something like that blew her mind.

Eila laughed at Tracer's expression. "Did you think that we were all saints here?"

She stuttered and tried to think of something to say before she finally settled on shrugging her shoulders.

"I guess when you hang around Zenyatta, it get cemented into your mind that every monk who follows the order is like him or Mondatta." She chuckled a little. "It's really good to see him again."

"He didn't visit often?"

She scoffed. "Hardly. Banishment has a way of burning bridges." They came to a small shack with wooden floors but a comfy looking bed. "I hope this will be suitable. We don't get too many humans."

"Banishment?"

"You didn't know?"

"He never said anything."

"Hmm, you are heroes. Maybe he felt that he didn't belong."

"Overwatch wasn't and isn't perfect." Where to begin? Jesse was a mercenary and arms dealer, Jack was a vigilante, Junkrat and Roadhog were thieves, bombers, and arsonists, Hanzo and Genji came from a crime family. "No one is perfect." Mondatta's death was still fresh on her mind. She could have saved him. "We all make mistakes. We're not saints."

"EILA!" Basho called out.

"I have to go. One does not linger when Master Basho shouts."

"Wait, will you come back?"

"Maybe, if there's time."

"EILA!"

"I'm sorry. I can't keep him waiting."

She was gone in an instant. Eila disappeared into the darkness and left Tracer wondering how much or rather how little she knew of the team's resident monk. He would have told us, she thought, we're a family.

She considered Overwatch to be her family. Not too many people could keep up with her literally or figuratively. The chronal accelerator kept her stable but it made socializing hard. People stared at the device lodged in her chest. She remembered the fundraising days for Overwatch. She and Winston were the prime "Look how special we are". People were impressed by Winston talking and by her just being alive. Tracer slipped into the bed and lit a candle.

Did Genji know?

She assumed so. They were lovers. He had to know. Tracer got her phone out. It couldn't hurt to ask. The phone rang and rang but Genji didn't pick up.

I hope everyone's okay.

That was her final thought before sleep claimed her.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Tracer heard footsteps crunching on the snow. Instinctively, she reached for her pistol, still strapped to her thigh. She rushed to the door and pointed the gun in Eila's face.

"If this is how you greet a friend then I would hate to see how you greet a friend."

"Sorry! Reflex."

"No need to apologize. We all make mistakes." Eila took off the make-up and glittering gold that decorated her face. Underneath the faceplate, she looked more like a standard omnic. Still, she was more polished than Zenyatta was. "Some-" She stared at the decorated faceplate. "-greater than others. "Since you will be staying here…I feel as though I should warn you."

"Warn me?"

"Yes. Tracer, please, may I speak to you in confidence?"

"Yes."

"We're in shambles." Eila said gravely. "Losing our Master has not only stopped the movement dead in it's tracks but it's taken the heart and soul out of everyone who lives here. We are not the monks we used to be. Mondatta was our strength, our light…he's gone now and we are wandering in the dark."

"And you believe that we're in danger?"

"Believe it? Please, I know it. We're on a sinking ship. Shambali order? We might as well be called the Titanic."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how many omnics have fled from our cause? Nearly fifty percent. Mondatta was our symbol for hope and safety. It didn't matter how bad things got because as long as he was willing to march on, we were too. When he was killed, it sent a message through our community that no one is safe. We're all targets. I fear that when we go to King's Row we'll be going to our executions."

"I won't let that happen! No one's getting hurt! Not while I'm here."

"Oh thank you!" She hugged Tracer. "Thank you." She let go. "I'm sorry for being so forward but the idea of going to England has kept me up for days. I feel so much better now that you're here. Basho insisted on going to King's Row to honor our Master. He said that it was the right thing to do. Iris help me, I don't know why. He's seen what people can do to omnics. I know what they can do."

"What happened to you?"

"Before I joined the monastery, I was an assistant in a law firm. I had a small crappy apartment that was the size of a broom closet and I had no friends. I went to work and slept. It was day in and day out. I wasn't really living, I was existing. One day, there was an anti-omnic rally close to where I lived. I didn't know anything about it until I was dragged into an alley way by five men and…" Eila put her hands over her face. She could clearly recall the attack. She remembered all those hands on her body, touching her in places she never allowed anyone. "Sorry, it's still hard to talk about. After the attack, I was left for dead in that alleyway. I thought I was going to die. Eventually, someone found me and brought me to an omnic friendly clinic. I didn't have any money to afford new parts. Then the Shambali order came in with Master Mondatta at the lead. He took one look at me and told me that I was going to be okay. Before morning, I had new parts. Physically, I was fine but mentally? Dead in the water."

"I hated myself. I hated that I was so stupid that I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. I hated myself that I didn't scream when my attackers told me to be quiet. I hated myself for being so weak and helpless. There wasn't a single thing that I liked about being me. I didn't go into work the next day. Instead, I went looking for Mondatta and his followers. I found them camping out in a rundown church. Apparently, no one wanted to house them. They-" She giggled. "-were sleeping on the pews. I found Mondatta asleep and when I went to wake him up, do you know what he said to me?"

"What?"

"Five more minutes please, then I will search for inner peace." Eila said. She and Tracer broke into laughter. "He was such a good man. He had this aura about him like you could open your heart and mind to him, tell him every little detail about your life and no matter how insignificant it was, he would remember. Master Mondatta made me feel like I was everything. He made everyone at the monastery feel like they belonged. It was…magical. When Zenyatta was banished, it broke Mondatta. He didn't walk like he used to. He would wander to the gardens but he wouldn't mediate or anything. He would stand there and sigh. I don't think Zenyatta realizes how much it destroyed our master to send him away."

"Why was Zenyatta banished?"

"Some winter's night, years ago, bandits attacked the village below our monastery. Our Master hid us away. He intended to go into the village and die. Zenyatta was already at the village. He battled the bandits, killing them in the process and he nearly died doing so. Here in Shambali, we believe in nonviolence. Zenyatta, what he did was horrible but without him I don't think that we would have survived the night. He was brought before us, his peers, and Basho, he led the charge. He had Zenyatta banished. I agreed with him at the time but now? I would give anything to have those years back. It would have brought peace to our Master."

"He really cared for Zenyatta, didn't he?"

"Call me jealous but Zenyatta was Master Mondatta's favorite. Everyone could see it. I guess Mondatta saw a lot of himself in him. A part of him died the day Zenyatta was banished. Nothing really brought him out of it. I wasn't much help. I kept telling him to forget about Zenyatta that the movement needed him. Sometimes I wonder if we hadn't pushed him to do the rally at King's Row, would he still be alive?"

"King's Row was your idea?"

"Basho's and mine. We thought that if he had a challenge, something to sink his teeth into then he could forget about it even for a little bit. We led him straight to his death. I can still hear the gunshot…"

"…me too…."

"You were there?"

"I was." She said sadly.

It was the smirk of Widowmaker's that killed her. That little "I did it" when she pulled the trigger. She felt nothing for the life she had taken.

"I remember Master Mondatta saying that tragedy binds us. If you need someone to talk to, then I'm here for you."

"Thanks." She was grateful for Eila's offer but how could she ever tell Eila that it was her fault for Mondatta's death?

"Try and sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day."

Sleep did not come as easy as the first time for Tracer. Flashes of Widowmaker cruelly aiming and killing Mondatta stayed in her mind. It was the same scene over and over again. The gun going off, Mondatta collapsing, and her laugh. Tracer stopped seeking sleep as dawn came up. She ran a hand through her hair. She left the wooden shack. Tracer had no real place in mind where she was going.

Eventually, she found herself in the gardens.

The sun rose above the mountains. Tracer stopped to watch. It was strange how lovely this place could be and half-way across the world, hell was breaking loose. She wondered how the team was doing. They were all a very capable bunch but every battle was different. There was no guarantee that they would be fine.

"Good morning, Tracer."

She gasped and turned around. "Zenyatta! How long have you been here?"

"A while. I too found sleep elusive."

"Basho?"

"Master Basho found it necessary to remind me of the delicate balance that of the movement is experiencing. As if he needed to remind me."

Tracer stared at Zenyatta. He sighed. "That was out of line. I'm sorry."

"What did he say?"

"Everything and nothing. He used phrases and euphuisms to politely say do not mess this opportunity up." He chuckled humorlessly. "It's as though nothing has changed."

"Do you miss it here?"

"Somedays. I miss the gardens and the people in the village but I am happy with the life that I have with Genji and you and our Overwatch. Would you be happy if I missed it?"

"Y-Yes? No…"

"What is troubling you?"

"I heard that the omnic movement is suffering. That it's on its last legs. Is it true?"

"Yes. Our numbers are few."

"Will you stay here if things don't get better?"

"That remains to be seen."

"Oh…"

"I find that meditation helps ease a troubled mind. Would you care to mediate with me?"

"Sure." It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

She sat next to him. She took a deep breath. Then her foot started to move up and down. It was hard to sit still. She looked at Zenyatta who peacefully hovered. How did he do it? How could he turn it off? Her mind was buzzing with questions. Would Zenyatta leave the team? Would Genji leave too and follow him here? If they left, how long would they be gone? For as long as the war in Russia was going on? Until omnics were safe and given equal rights? Who knew when that would happen? Was it even possible for peace to be reached between omnics and humans? She wanted to believe it but how could she? The world was falling apart.

Tracer groaned. This was impossible. She couldn't meditate.

A child was peeking out from behind a tree. The kid had the biggest smile on his face. Tracer inched away from Zenyatta.

"Hello." She whispered.

The child came out from behind the tree. He was wearing goggles just like her's. The child giggled and from behind the tree came another child. This one was an omnic. Tracer gasped. She had never seen a child omnic before. The omnic child was wearing goggles like her too. The children chatted very eagerly. They came up to her and said only one word: "Play?"

"Oh I can't, luvs. I-" But those big puppy dog eyes, how could she ever say no?

"Play?"

"Ok. Let's go play."

The village below the monastery was filled with humans and omnics. They walked among each other and greeted each other with civility and peace. They lived as though omnics and humans had never known conflict. The children had brought Tracer down to play tag. She went slow, as slow as she could achieve with her chronal accelerator.

"Oh no, you got me."

The children ran from her, screaming and laughing with joy. Tracer breathed in the crisp air. This was good. Life was good. Peace was achievable. She ran until she bumped right into Zenyatta.

"I see you've cleared your mind."

"I didn't hear you."

"Few do."

"I didn't mean to leave meditation but-"

"-What is the boring practice of sitting in one spot concentrating on the complexities of life compared to a thrilling game of tag?"

"You're not mad?"

"Hardly. I believe that this helped you better than meditation. But Lena?"

"Yes?"

"Tag. You're it." He hovered away from her.

"That's not fair!"