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Zenyatta had traveled to Hanamura as soon as his body had recovered enough to allow him to. The place which Zenyatta always wanted to visit with Genji, but never got to. In the dark of night, to make sure the guards wouldn't spot him, he went to the temple where Hanzo and Genji once had battled.
Covered in silence, Genyatta looked at the shattered arrows, the scratches made by a blade, until he faces a gigantic wall scroll with two dragons on it. A blade, stationed underneath it. Zenyatta slumped down against the wall, his back pressed against it as he turned his face to look at the green dragon. He missed Genji, a lot. He regretted the day he had watched Genji die. He regretted, that he had been unable to save the youngest of the Shimada clan. Turning off the lights in his faceplate, he simply sat there.
A metallic crack broke the soft humming of Zenyatta his circulations and he could feel the soft pressure of a hand on his shoulder to distract his mind from wherever the crack came from.
It was as if they made a silent agreement, Zenyatta knew that since the day he and Hanzo had stopped talking. He was thankful, even if he couldn't say it out loud, but he was pretty sure he didn't need to.
Hanzo pushed the sword deeper into the omnic, making sure to destroy the most important wires and parts hidden inside the omnic. Slowly he pulled himself away from the sword, leaving a hand on the omnic his shoulder as he said a prayer in silence.
The day the sparrow stopped singing, he took the voices of the assassin and the omnic.
The day the sparrow his heart stopped beating, was the day he took two hearts with him.
The only thing left behind was silence and emptiness in two cold bodies. No longer heated by the happiness of love for a brother or a lover.
Fold a assassin his past as a wall around him, take away the last thing he loves the most, and bitterness shall take over his heart. His emotions left behind by the empty body of a omnic.
But who was truly the happiest of the three?
Not the one left behind, not the one who made a decision, but the one who didn't had to carry the pain of the other two.