"Tell me, How do you view the current overwatch?"
The two stood across from each other. No blows were dealt. Yet. Zenyatta’s pose was relaxed, or so it seemed. His back was tight, hands resting in his lap, tips of his fingers pressed together. His orbs circling around his neck, rotating slowly in their orbit. He was tense, but tried to keep imself under control. Akande was, yes, a dangerous man, but things could be kept civil. There was no need for a fight, a most unnessecary one. There was no need to raise his voice.
Yes, he was here because Overwatch had asked him for his aid, but he was in no way a true member. He preferred the neutral ground.
“Why, yes, they may lack the strength that they had before, but they have resolve. They wish to see this world changed. Surely, I do not approve of all their actions, but if someone can stop your organisation, it is them.” Perhaps a dangerous move, saying that, but that was the underlying question.
“If you wonder where I stand, I prefer to stay on a neutral ground. But if they ask for my aid, I am not one to not give it. Does this answer your question?”