Mere coincidence, Genji would have claimed if his companion inquired of them traveling the same path. Was there even such a thing of absolute chance? Truth be told he could not describe the pull that drove him. Perhaps it was an inner wind that was the driving force, or acting on a subconscious whim. Not once had Zenyatta questioned his presence, or turned him away as Genji initially had.
Unlike him, Zenyatta seemed driven with purpose, his own had already been fulfilled. Tearing apart what had once been an empire had been everything once. Currently he had set out to roam wherever the four winds brought him, beside Zenyatta through the hills and valleys between far away villages. Many were avoided, those who resided there were both fearful and aggressive if approached. He had witnessed several omnics already lost along the roadsides already and knew to be weary of strangers.
At each one his companion had ceased their journey, to pray and pay respects. He had observed in silent mourning. After the second, he had begun to gather nearby wildflowers, placing them beside the deceased. If not so unnaturally still, it could almost appear they were sleeping. Had he once appeared that way? Near lifeless on an operating table beneath blinding lights and surgical blades.
Genji tried not to reminisce too long over what had been. Focus on what is, Zenyatta had reminded him more then once. He attempts to remain from sinking too deep into somber spirits. The day is bright and beautiful, in a clarity he had never been able to fully see before.
When they crest over the next village path, his spirits fall, and before them lies one of the horrors he had only heard of, never witnessed.
“They were massacred.” Strewn among half burned huts, he does not doubt there more bodies then those that lie in the streets. Omnics who fell as humans lashed out in fear. He is almost fearful to move another step. Only silence remains, and yet screaming rings in his ears. Perhaps it is his own has he had clung to life, and he can only imagine how they perished alone. Perhaps to ones they had once called friends.
So many lie before them that even Zenyatta would take an entire day tending to all of them as he had with the ones before. Genji is not bound to assist him, yet he cannot stand aside observing as he already did.
“What should we do for them?”
