Startling though the accusation may seem, Zenyatta cannot help but wonder if it isn't a perfectly logical leap. All that's changed is that he's now asserting not only his dominance but his masculinity in the broadest way he possibly can: with height, and with a passionless leer.
He pauses. This is where he could give up, or give in, continue to take Junkrat's seemingly bottomless supply of hatred in martyred silence- but given the good that approach has done so far there seems no point in dragging it out.
Before he can have his trust, Zenyatta realises, he must first earn his respect.
The omnic pauses. The tilt of his head, like a sparrow mocking a hungry cat, comes far more naturally to him than he thought it would.
"You sound very sure of that, Jamieson." His voice is silk-smooth, without the faintest hitch; his gaze remains trained on Junkrat, unfaltering. "There is very little a human can do that I cannot."
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Date: 2016-12-05 09:35 pm (UTC)He pauses. This is where he could give up, or give in, continue to take Junkrat's seemingly bottomless supply of hatred in martyred silence- but given the good that approach has done so far there seems no point in dragging it out.
Before he can have his trust, Zenyatta realises, he must first earn his respect.
The omnic pauses. The tilt of his head, like a sparrow mocking a hungry cat, comes far more naturally to him than he thought it would.
"You sound very sure of that, Jamieson." His voice is silk-smooth, without the faintest hitch; his gaze remains trained on Junkrat, unfaltering. "There is very little a human can do that I cannot."