"That they do," Micah agrees carefully. "They like to keep themselves...opaque, while offering an illusion of semitransparency. I think they prefer it that way. I don't envy any of the ambassadors posted to Cetagandan worlds, having to navigate all that."

It's nice outside, even warm, the spring sun beaming down at them. A nice change from the sterile lab environment, a breath of fresh air. Micah needed it, too. They keep step with Symmetra, walking in no particular direction.

"I'm not...saying they're all bad people," Micah says, feeling the need to clarify. Symmetra clearly seems like a very black-and-white person. "You can hardly say that of hundreds of billions of people. But to view their aims as purely, or even primarily, altruistic is just looking at it through rose-colored glasses."

Their mouth crimps, and they look at Symmetra with sincere apology in their eyes. "I'm...sorry."