The Way to a Heart (1)
When Hanzo first joins Overwatch, it was just as tumultuous as the world around him.
Experiences of each agent—clashing ideologies were a focal point that nearly every argument gravitated around, and tensions only mounted with the addition of world-famous ex-weightlifter, Aleksandra “Zarya” Zaryanova, and Vishkar architect, Satya Vaswani into their fold. (They are perfectly fine people on their own barring their prejudices that make conversation outside of the simulations a bit terse, but it is not an issue Hanzo concerns himself with.)
The defunct Overwatch nearly crumbles on its own foundation before it’s even able to take off, the barrier of differing morals and methodologies is their greatest barrier to overcome. Fighting Talon is easy. Fighting for a cause as loose as ‘world peace’ is a fool’s errand made more complicated by the differing standpoints of each agent.
Hanzo understands this well, but needs no part of it, seeking refuge in either the highest elevation of the Watchpoint, the training rooms, or the cool and impartial cafeteria where the only judgment passed is from himself unto the food choices presented to him on the terminals. He found himself visiting the latter more often than he himself would have expected.
The cafeteria is a sanctuary where everyone is servant to the whims of their stomach, and he is no different. Here, no arguments take place, mouths stuffed full with food, and plenty of space for bickering agents to avoid each other. High domed ceiling like those in Western movies that his brother once fancied, and a sturdy pillar every few meters, and its ever present deacon presiding over them, the ‘Chef’ (named aptly so by the other Overwatch members).