07-14-2018, 11:44 AM
[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Zenyatta was not familiar with borders, as it was a foreign concept to a man who had spent his entire life up in monasteries that were dedicated to the theory of peace. Borders were, as he saw it, inherently a factor in war. The moment that groups had things that separated them from others, that made them different on a day-to-day basis instead of allowing others to come and go as they saw fit... it could only ever eventually spell disaster.
But he did not cross the border because he was scoffing at it, or trying to rebel against it's very nature. No, if Zenyatta had known that such borders even existed he would have politely stopped anyways so as not to anger the creatures that lived beyond it. He just hadn't known better, and his curious nature had led to his (perhaps poor) decision making.
He was already halfway through the terrain as a result, pace languid and unphased, taking in every nuance of the scenery and slowly making his way towards the towering building in the distance.
// I am bad at joining threads forgive me ;;
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But he did not cross the border because he was scoffing at it, or trying to rebel against it's very nature. No, if Zenyatta had known that such borders even existed he would have politely stopped anyways so as not to anger the creatures that lived beyond it. He just hadn't known better, and his curious nature had led to his (perhaps poor) decision making.
He was already halfway through the terrain as a result, pace languid and unphased, taking in every nuance of the scenery and slowly making his way towards the towering building in the distance.
// I am bad at joining threads forgive me ;;
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