[Arden was right. Zenyatta's eyes don't immediately catch on the living shadow that he has become, and when they do his first instinct flies instead to Reaper- but no, this one is too small, too leanly built, with an alien glow about it that sets his systems on high alert. Only as he feels beneath, really feels, does the revelation hit him.
Arden.
He moves softly, feet scarcely touching the ground, as though any sound might scatter his student into a thousand pieces. Anything is possible in this world and here, on hallowed ground, he finds himself superstitious and fearful of tempting fate.]
Oh, Arden. [The words heave and sigh out of him, his chest feels heavy with them, he wants to touch the boy's shoulder- but he resists.] Tell me everything.
[Because there will inevitably be an everything. This could not have been a decay; whatever changed Arden's heart came swiftly and fatally as a knife to the throat, and Zenyatta cannot let it go unchecked.]
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Arden.
He moves softly, feet scarcely touching the ground, as though any sound might scatter his student into a thousand pieces. Anything is possible in this world and here, on hallowed ground, he finds himself superstitious and fearful of tempting fate.]
Oh, Arden. [The words heave and sigh out of him, his chest feels heavy with them, he wants to touch the boy's shoulder- but he resists.] Tell me everything.
[Because there will inevitably be an everything. This could not have been a decay; whatever changed Arden's heart came swiftly and fatally as a knife to the throat, and Zenyatta cannot let it go unchecked.]