[But it's what Zenyatta was hoping to hear, even if it's more bitter or scornful than intended.
He pauses for a moment, in thought. ]

I assume you wish to be free.

[Which he might be wrong, but he continues on anyway.]

If the thought of your future is as much of a plague on your present as your past has been, true freedom will continue to elude you. This future you are afraid of- it is a far off time, unseen by you and anyone else. You are not your untold future, and you are not your past.

You are who you are, right now.

[Slowly, one of the orbs the Zenyatta keeps around his neck, floating in a slow rotation, he removes from orbit. He holds it in his hand, tracing lines on it's details.]

Acceptance of your existing worth does not come easy for those who have such anxiety.