When Symmetra had joined the team, everyone had braced themselves for fireworks. Hostility, some sort of reaction from Lucio at the least. They hadn't been expecting fear. Oh it wasn't obvious. In fact, no one even noticed it until Junkrat had commented. Something about how the DJ was jumpy enough for them to be mistaken for each other. It made sense, in hindsight.
Lucio was perfectly polite to Satya, even invited her to the unofficial game nights that Hana and he had started up (most of the younger, more sociable members attended). But he never stayed within arms-reach longer than necessary and was never alone with her. He became tense when she was in the room, watchful.
Suprisingly, it was Hanzo that brought it up. Sat down next to Lucio's workbench one day, fiddling with his bow in a way that the team had come to recognize as self-comfort. They sat in silence for a while before Hanzo finally said something.
"Some days I cannot be near my brother without smelling blood." He was both blunt and incredibly indirect about the subject. "I have not picked up a sword since the day I harmed him."
Lucio had stopped working and was sitting very still.
"It was only coincidence and circumstance that prevented me from ending my life with that blade." It's possibly the most Hanzo has spoken since joining.
Lucio finally looks up, and asks "Have you ever told Genji about this?"
"No. It is not a burden he should bear."
Lucio looked back down. "It's not your fault, though. You can't help it. It's not his fault either."
"Neither is it yours or Satya's." Hanzo countered.
The DJ had known where this was leading. "I hear bones breaking. It's a very… unique sound. Nothing quite like it. It looks like black lightening at the edge of my vision." He shook his head. "It's not like she was one of the ones who did that to me. I'm trying to get over it. She isn't Vishkar anymore and I just need to remember that."
"I have found that the body and the spirit are rarely as logical as the mind would like them to be." Hanzo countered.