The thing is, Rico isn't necessarily talking about Zenyatta. Not really. This exchange is bringing out his more reflective nature, his quieter thoughts, but the faults and cracks in them have been magnified by Eclipso's magic. What he would never say normally comes spilling out, now that he has the power to allow it without repercussion.
"WRONG!" Rico shouts, and he cuts a sharp gesture through the air. "There's a difference between being born, and being made. Some are constructed for a purpose. Genetically engineered from the ground up. Every part of my flesh was once somebody else's flesh. My blood is his blood."
Like the kings of old, the Father of Justice born again. He starts circling Zenyatta again, but this time his stance is decidedly more predatory.
"And that purpose will always be there, whether you like it or not. Whether you choke on it or not. There's a difference. A human isn't drilled on applied violence until his hands are numb. A human doesn't drill a bullet through a skull and gets a pat on the head for it. Be violent, brutal, merciless. Reduced to what you do instead of what you are. I am what I am. I am what they molded me into. And I refuse to apologize for that."
Rico's breath is coming more erratic, his movements more jerky. He's clearly starting to lose his patience, and his control.
"And I think you're forgetting who asks the questions here," he murmurs. "Who gives the orders. Not you, not Eclipso. And even so, is it so bad to exchange one master for another?" He's joking, of course. He'd never. "This may not be Mega City One, but the universe could end and I'd die laughing. You tell me what's worth saving here. And you'd better have a damn good answer for me, or we'll see if I can't find that soul of yours in that tin can body."
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"WRONG!" Rico shouts, and he cuts a sharp gesture through the air. "There's a difference between being born, and being made. Some are constructed for a purpose. Genetically engineered from the ground up. Every part of my flesh was once somebody else's flesh. My blood is his blood."
Like the kings of old, the Father of Justice born again. He starts circling Zenyatta again, but this time his stance is decidedly more predatory.
"And that purpose will always be there, whether you like it or not. Whether you choke on it or not. There's a difference. A human isn't drilled on applied violence until his hands are numb. A human doesn't drill a bullet through a skull and gets a pat on the head for it. Be violent, brutal, merciless. Reduced to what you do instead of what you are. I am what I am. I am what they molded me into. And I refuse to apologize for that."
Rico's breath is coming more erratic, his movements more jerky. He's clearly starting to lose his patience, and his control.
"And I think you're forgetting who asks the questions here," he murmurs. "Who gives the orders. Not you, not Eclipso. And even so, is it so bad to exchange one master for another?" He's joking, of course. He'd never. "This may not be Mega City One, but the universe could end and I'd die laughing. You tell me what's worth saving here. And you'd better have a damn good answer for me, or we'll see if I can't find that soul of yours in that tin can body."