She couldn't stop watching the news.

"It has been nearly a year since the death of Shambali monk and religious rights leader, Tekhartha Mondatta." The brunette reporter, Kim Chang, said solemnly. "And the world is still feeling the aftershock."

A photo of the deceased monk, moments before his death, popped up on the screen. Tracer heaved a heavy sigh. She was there. She had been right there. And she was powerless to stop it.

"King's Row, once a spot of contention for Omnic civil rights movement has exploded with anti-Omnic rhetoric."

The station showed new footage of angry protests of mobs shouting, "NOT HUMAN! NO RIGHTS! NOT HUMAN! NO RIGHTS! NOT HUMAN NO RIGHTS!" Anti-Omnic graffiti was everywhere.

Tracer brought her legs to her chest. It wasn't like this before. It shouldn't have happened. She should have saved him.

"In London alone, thirty-six Omnics have died from brutal anti-omnic attacks this past year." A new photo of memorials for the fallen Omnics was presented onto the screen. Lilies, roses, and candles were at each memorial. "Five of those attacks were against Omnic children." Stuffed teddy bears and bunnies were at the children's memorials.

"…children shouldn't die…" Tracer murmured to herself.

"In the face of anti-Omnic threats and brutality, new legislation has been taken abroad to ensure equal rights. In fifteen countries around the world, Omnics now have equal rights as humans." She cheerfully reported. "A representative from the Shambali monks had this to say about the progress."

It cut to a live feed from Nepal. The screen filled with static but an Omnic monk, named Basho, was dressed in traditional robes, bowed to the camera and said mournfully, "Though we are happy to see human and omnic become one, we wish Master Mondatta could be here to see it come to fruition. We-"

"I'm sorry to cut you off, sir but we have breaking news." Reporter Chang hurriedly said, "A new conflict has broken out in Russia. Omnics are now at war with Russia. We will keep you posted as more develops."

The screen showed bombs exploding. People and Omnics alike were dying. Tracer was hypnotized by the violence. Screams from the battlefield filled the darkened meeting room.

She couldn't stop watching.

It was all her fault.

She should have saved him.

She could still hear the gunshot.

The lights in the meeting room flashed on. Tracer covered her eyes. "Ow!"

"Sorry about that." Winston said. "I thought Junkrat left the television on again."

"No, just me." She sank deeper into her chair and sighed again. She kept watching the news, the violence, and endless deaths that stemmed from one monk's death.

Winston sat next to her, also sighing, and said, "Lena, you-"

"Can't blame myself for the assassination of Mondatta." She recited, sounding like Winston. "I couldn't have changed it" she mimicked Jack's voice, I "did my best" she did a damn good Reinhardt impression.

"I see you've had this conversation before." He said, sounding slightly amused.

She cracked a sad smile. "Try a thousand times, luv." She couldn't stop watching the news.

"Lena, I know you feel bad about Mondatta but you can't let it eat away at you. You'll destroy yourself."

"Winston, look around!" She pointed accusingly at the television. "Look what's happened. If I was able to stop Amelie, I-"Tracer stopped herself cold. The woman she once knew as Amelie was gone. Widowmaker had taken her place. It seemed like yesterday that they rescued the woman formerly known as Amelie Lacroix was kidnapped by Talon agents and then miraculously unharmed and rescued. Amelie was returned to the loving arms of her husband. While they slept in their martial bed, Amelie with a heart of ice, murder Gerard in cold blood. That began a long career of mayhem and assassination. Mondatta was simply another causality of the ruthless assassin. "She laughed, Winston. I asked her why and she laughed. Now the world's gone to hell. Do you think it's ever going to get better?"

Winston looked at her. He constructed his thoughts in a very careful manner. He considered each and every possibility of his words and their effect on the distraught agent and then he said without an inkling of doubt, "Yes."

Tracer huffed. "How?"

"Research." He said plainly.

"Research?" She parroted.

"Past research has shown that even the most impossible situations are capable of change."

"Oh yeah?" She said daringly, her mind on Widowmaker. Amelie could never be returned to Overwatch. Not after what Talon had done to brainwash her so well. "Prove it."

Winston cleared his throat, took a deep breath and pointed at Tracer. "You are proof."

"What?"

"When the accident with the Slipstream left your molecules desynchronized. Every scientist working at Overwatch that your condition was irreversible. They thought that you would be stuck as a living ghost forever. But then yours truly designed the chronal accelerator and now look where you are: a top Overwatch agent." He said proudly. "And if that's not enough then I present as my second piece of proof: the Overwatch organization itself. We are living proof that things can get better. I thought that I would never have a family again but I do now. Genji thought that he would never learn to love himself but he does, Jack was disillusioned but he's working hard to make the world a better place. Things can get better Tracer. I know that it doesn't seem like it now but it can and it will. As my father told me, remember, never accept the world as it appears to be, dare to see it for what it could be."

"You think so, luv?"

"Yes. We simply have to keep calm and carry on."

Tracer snorted and hugged him. "That was bad."

"I thought it was appropriate."

She snickered. "It was but thanks, Winston. I feel better already."

"Winston," Athena came over the intercom system. "There is an urgent message coming in from Nepal."

"Nepal?" Said Winston, confused at the call.

"Who do you know in Nepal?"

He sputtered and shrugged. "We'll take it." He fixed his glasses and cleared his throat.

A Shambali monk, the same one who attempted to give an interview appeared on the screen. "Greetings. I am Basho." He bowed deeply to Winston and Tracer. Basho had eight blue lights on his forehead. "Am I correct to assume that I am speaking to Overwatch agents?"

"Yes." Winston said carefully, "How can we be of assistance?"

"Have you been watching the news lately?" The monk asked, as though current turmoil between human and omnic relations was somehow a thing that one could miss.

"We have." Tracer answered.

"Then you know why I have come to you."

"We already have agents in Russia containing the violence and trying to end it peacefully."

"Then you do not know why I have come to you."

"This isn't about Russia?" Tracer asked.

"It is and it isn't." Replied the monk.

Winston and Tracer shared a long suffering look. She whispered to Winston, "Maybe we should go get Zenyatta."

"Brother Zenyatta-" The monk nodded, "-is the reason I have come to you."

"I thought that you wanted to talk about Russia?" Said Tracer, "But you also want to talk to Zenyatta?"

"That is true."

Tracer nodded encouragingly. "Okay, what do you need to talk to him about? We-"

"I am afraid that this is business that only Shambali monks may discuss."

Tracer saluted and left Winston alone to make small talk with the monk.

It didn't take Tracer long to find the resident monk. Zenyatta was in his bedroom with the door wide open. Zenyatta made an effort to keep his door open in case anyone wished to speak to him. His room was in every sense of the word, sparse. There was a charging station but that was standard in every room. A single futon in the middle of the floor and three photos were the sum total of his earthly possession. At the top of his futon, the first photo was of the current Overwatch team in a group shot. The second was of his beloved and brightest pupil Genji with Zenyatta giving him little bunny ears as the photo was being taken. The third and final photo was of Mondatta. Unlike the other photos, Mondatta's picture was impersonal. It was of a press statement relating to his death. The photo looked so tiny in its frame.

Hovering just inches above his bed was Zenyatta.

A low and constant hum was emitted from him. Tracer leaned against the doorway. When Zenyatta or Genji meditated they looked so…peaceful. Like all their troubles were a million miles away. She wished she could achieve that kind of peace. But when it came to meditating, she couldn't stay in one place long. It was also moments like this, which she could never tell if the monk was awake or asleep when he floated in one place for long. Tracer frowned. If he was sleeping then she didn't want to wake him but that monk wanted to speak to him. He wasn't plugged in…so maybe he was awake but-

"What is troubling you?" He turned his head to her.

"N-Nothing much." She said trying to keep it casual. "There's a monk from Shambali who wants to talk to you."

"Shambali?" He hovered closer to her. "Are you…sure?" His voice was strained.

"Yep! Come on." She grabbed him by his hand and dragged him all the way to the meeting room.