He sat, pondering what may come from the next day. He thought of his dear brother, the one that had left. He did not have confirmation that it was definitely him, but he knew. The fact in the back of his head like a bullet through his optics.
It pained him to see someone so dear to him, do something so heinous. What pained him even more was that there was a part of him that didn't blame his brother. Ramattra had always spoken of fighting back against humans before the humans fought them to extinction. He knew it was coming, of course he could never admit that though.
Was he right? Maybe advocating for peace and hope wasn't the right approach. Perhaps a head on fight was necessary, to make them see we are equal we would need to speak the Language they all know best, violence. He had always told his brother that was the only language humans all collectively knew, but he also said that it would be better to teach them the tongue of peace rather than bellow the same words that end Omnic lives each and every day.
Now though, he had been put on such a pedestal. He was Tekartha Mondatta, leader of shimbali and a beacon of a good Future, whatever that may entail. But that meant that he never got to express anything else. He had to preach from a book he never fully read into. He had to conform to an idea of peace he did'nt fully agree with. And the weight was taking its toll.
He had never asked to be a leader. It was merely decided by common opinion when aurora sacrificed herself. He loved Zenyatta, he loved Ramattra, but he felt that maybe his life would've been easier if they were not under his care, if Shimbali was under his care.
He watched the sunset, the clouds wrapping the mountains and the sun still beaming through them. The sky was pink. Perhaps a good omen for the future.
This was the first time he had really thought about how he felt. Not caring about anyone else. It was odd. So selfless to the point where being himself felt selfish.
All his thoughts subsided then as a monk popped into his garden, it was time for him to set off.
He walked outside and was lead into a plane that had landed outside the monastery. Letting all those thoughts wash away, he knew this would help someone. Maybe that's enough.
And with King's Row in his sights, he took off.
