Both would definitely be feeling the pressure put upon them since the day the union was agreed upon. Symmetra, in particular, would be taking it especially hard. She’s never taken unexpected (and undesired) changes too well. She becomes secluded and private with her thoughts.
Hanzo’s been bred into this sort of world that he just knows what’s expected of him when he’s brought into this marriage. However, when he meets his bride to be, he can tell that while she’s extremely intelligent, cultured, and gifted, it was more than likely never in her plan to end up in an arrangement like this. The marriage itself isn’t anything special, which while he suspects doesn’t bother him, also doesn’t help to take away from the fact that this is all arranged.
Unfortunately, the Shimada Elders and Vishkar heads decide that their an alliance would be better controlled directly through marriage. Despite the Elders first wanting to give Genji the task of entering a marriage, Hanzo’s father decides it’s the head son’s duty to do what’s best for the clan. Hanzo keeps his personal thoughts on the matter to himself and while he thinks his fiance is beautiful, he knows it’s not enough to warrant any sort of happy, consensual marriage.
The first night, Symmetra locks herself in the bathroom of the suite they’re staying in. At first, Hanzo doesn’t know what to do, let alone feel. He wasn’t too big on the idea of marriage, either. Most women he’s encountered have never understood him and the weight of the responsibilities he bears on his shoulders, despite being born into the world of organized crime. Symmetra, on the other hand, has never considered marriage, but even she believes that it’s something one should choose for themselves. The thought of offering herself to a complete stranger, to produce an heir out of necessity – it’s all overwhelming and she has an anxiety attack.
Hanzo sits outside the bathroom door, looking down at his hands as he hears his wife…this stranger, attempting to recollect herself. He knows not what they’ll do from here on out but he wants to make the best of this. He stands, gently ushering her to open the door.
“Do not worry,” he begins. “I will never touch you.”
He means it. If that is what she doesn’t want, he’ll find a way to explain to the Elders, the ones most eager for an heir within the next year. It takes a good amount of time, but he eventually hears the door unlock. He lets her open it and walk out. She looks exhausted and she stares at him, holding her arms close to her body.
“I know this is strange and different,” Hanzo begins, hoping that his sincerity will show through his lack of comforting vocabulary. “But I will not force you to uphold any expectations Vishkar has placed upon you other than marriage.”
Symmetra listens and only nods after a moment. “This arrangement brings in a new era of order in the world. This is a great honor – I am serving a purpose.” Her sights lower to the floor. “But is there no other way for us to fulfill this outcome?”
“That I do not know.”
“No. I suppose you would not.”
Hanzo looks back to the bed. “I will sleep on the couch. You may take the bed. When we arrive at the estate, I will arrange separate sleeping quarters for you.”
“Thank you.” Symmetra sighs. “I apologize for my behavior. I am…usually more collected than this.”
“I understand. It’s been a long process until today and the resulting reality is of no comfort.” When she nods her agreement, Hanzo continues. “I’ve seen your work, Ms. Vaswani,” he says, graciously using her maiden name. “Despite our predicament, I look forward to discussing your accomplishments with Vishkar and visions for working with the Shimada clan in the near future.”
Symmetra blinks but nods again, her posture relaxing slightly. “That sounds most agreeable, Mr. Shimada.”
Maybe they won’t be comfortable with this marriage within a year. Maybe they won’t ever be comfortable with it. But Hanzo thinks that finding a kindred spirit within the visionary wouldn’t be the worst thing to come of this.