Sitting quietly beside his master, Genji peered at the other inhabitants in the small hospital room. Zenyatta insisted he meditate, and Genji really tried to sit and pray, but it proved undoable once again. He was never able to sit still in thought long enough, but he possessed the ability to stay silent.
The only noise in the room consisted of breathing and soft hums from Zenyatta, who seemed to be deep in meditation. The nine lights on his forehead beamed comfortingly as his floating figure remained relaxed, yet firm. He indulged in this state often, and Genji never understood how he could do it so easily.
The cyborg's eyes drifted to the bed sitting in the middle of the room. On the left edge, an old couple kneeled in deep prayer, too. The right resided of Zenyatta and Genji, whom the couple called upon to come and meditate for their son. Laying on the bed with fatal sickness, the young boy of the elderly.
Genji admired the boy from behind his visor. Exceptionally pale, probab