Put like that it does sound ridiculous, even borderline masochistic. But if they're going to get anywhere- if they're ever going to work together, amicably or not- Zenyatta knows he must have patience, and resilience.

There's something about the way Junkrat throws himself down down that's oddly feline: that long, slinky body, stretching and folding, territorial.

"Please, begin when you are ready." Zenyatta's voice is a soft, undemanding hum. "I will be right here."