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“Why are you like this?” Soldier 76 asks, his shoulders slumped tiredly. Blood oozes slowly from a cut on his forehead, and several hole have been blown in his jacket, showing burnt skin underneath. The sound of Africa by Toto plays faintly from the Orb of Harmony hovering over his shoulder.

“Tranquility without chaos is stagnation,” I tell him.

In a nearby corner, Junkrat huddles in a ball with his hands slapped over his ears. The Orb of Discord blasts Friday by Rebecca Black almost loud enough to drown out his whimpering. He has been placed in time out for once again trying to hit me with a tire.