Experiencing Tranquility [Zen]

Junkrat gave him a long look as he spoke, maybe they weren't terribly different, at least in that respect, he could relate to fearing the loss of control over one's mind, it haunted him often, "maybe...I def'nitely understand one thin'...Th'fear that yew might not always 'ave control over yerself..." He shrugged simply and tapped the side of his head, "it ain't quite the same, but it an't terribly diff'rent. Humans lose themselves all th'time." He could think back to a few times where he'd done terrible things he had no memory of doing, "it's scary, not having control. I kin relate to yeh a bit..." How distressing, relating to the thing he hates more than anything. This damn place was getting to him.

And he especially hated how on the point he was, giving a frustrated huff at how easily he seemed to read him, "I guess, I know I ain't alone...But it's hard not t'feel it. I guess I made that bed thought." He spent all his time pushing people away instead of letting them in, because letting people in meant showing them your weaknesses, and in the Outback that had been a death sentence, "I guess my mind never really left th'Outback. Still in survival mode...Yes can't feel any of this shit out there, you have to keep going an' survive. No time for emotions." Feeling emotions meant death, and he supposed that left him with no real ability to feel anything.

He stood when Zenyatta did, stretching and looking around, "rest an' heal...Don't sound like a bad idea I guess. Lord knows I could use some healin'..." He sighed at that, looking over at him, "yew ever had anyone like me come through? Did...They turn out okay?" He was curious, it'd been a question he'd wanted to ask since he'd gotten here.