The first assault had broken across Zenyatta like an earthquake beneath his feet; these aftershocks are far easier to endure. From beginning to end, he says nothing, refusing to let his head fall even for a second.
Then it's over, Junkrat seemingly having run out of steam for now. The storm clouds clear for a few precious moments, and in the quiet he makes a soft sound that might almost be a sigh to release the tension he's accumulated in the last few minutes. His shoulders drop, release- and then he straightens up again.
"That is fine." It takes less effort than he feared it might to get the words out; with one word he accepts Junkrat's aggression, and with the next he releases it as he would a wild animal. "I will respect your wishes and leave you to your own company from this point onward- on two conditions." Languidly, he raises one long, metal finger. "Firstly, I ask that you refrain from firing at me on missions. Secondly-"
He hesitates. Just for a second. He knows what he wants for his next term, but the odds of it being accepted...
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Date: 2016-12-02 10:16 pm (UTC)Then it's over, Junkrat seemingly having run out of steam for now. The storm clouds clear for a few precious moments, and in the quiet he makes a soft sound that might almost be a sigh to release the tension he's accumulated in the last few minutes. His shoulders drop, release- and then he straightens up again.
"That is fine." It takes less effort than he feared it might to get the words out; with one word he accepts Junkrat's aggression, and with the next he releases it as he would a wild animal. "I will respect your wishes and leave you to your own company from this point onward- on two conditions." Languidly, he raises one long, metal finger. "Firstly, I ask that you refrain from firing at me on missions. Secondly-"
He hesitates. Just for a second. He knows what he wants for his next term, but the odds of it being accepted...
Speak it.
"I would like to shake your hand. Just the once."