Zenyatta was where he had been ever
since it had happened. Ever since Tracer had brought his brother
here, limp and bleeding out vital fluids that should never have seen
the light of the sun. That he had been here at that time, a
coincidence one might claim but he knew it for what it was. The will
of the Iris that he would be there for his brother when he was needed
most.
*heavy breathing* this is so goodddd
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