Never underestimate a Zenyatta's ability to get into trouble. They welcome adversity and seek it out instead of keeping a distance.

Zenyatta snaps his head towards Rico, the gun, and then to the other Rico. He nearly speaks, to convince Rico to not do it. Then he stops and stills himself. Just like him and Reggatta, this is a matter between the two of them. They are the ones who know what's best, what each other wants. The least Zenyatta could do was the same courtesy they gave him.

He takes a deep breath and composes himself, lifting his chin and giving attention to what unfolds before his eyes. Mentally "Other Rico" is starting to become Rico 2.0 to Zenyatta. He doesn't want to think of him as an "other."

It is cruel that Rico 2.0 has come to this realization without a chance to explore it fully. In his core, Zenyatta feels cold, heavy. If he hadn't composed himself, his words would be trembling. "I will not deny that. I think with what you know, you can decide what you want to happen. The ideal may be out of reach, but the now is still here." For however longer.

"You need not voice it if you do not wish to, but... I hope both of you are in agreement."