Ah, this argument. How many times has Zenyatta heard this? Zenyatta mirrors Rico's head tilt but otherwise remains still, composed. His tone of voice remains even. "When a human is born, do they have any say in it? Are they not the creation of others, based on DNA? Do they not have instincts? Do they not grow from them? Become more than them?"

He straightens once more and doesn't falter at the laughter or the flare up of anger he senses. This is familiar territory. All his life, Zenyatta has heard these arguments, spent long days and nights at the monastery meditating on them. More than the lessons Mondatta has taught him, Zenyatta knows this through every fiber of his being.

"True self is without form. It does not matter how I came to be but what I do now. The same applies to you."

Then he motions around them. The fire pits cast everything in a red-orange glow. Shadows are long and dark. There are cries of pain and terror filling the air. Eclipso converts more Legionnaires over to her side. "You are forgetting Eclipso. This is not Mega City One, and I do not believe that she will let you rule over her. She will turn this world into a weapon if she is not stopped. She has claimed you as one of her champions to support her. Is that what you want?"