[Stupidly, naively, Zenyatta's core shudders at the unexpected sound of Gabriel's voice- but only for a moment, before he his taken instead by its tone.]
Are they similar to cattle? [...] I will be right over.
[He's true to his word. Whatever doubts he has about meeting face-to-face once more he shakes off his heels on the journey over, letting himself in without a second thought. The way he always did.]
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Are they similar to cattle? [...] I will be right over.
[He's true to his word. Whatever doubts he has about meeting face-to-face once more he shakes off his heels on the journey over, letting himself in without a second thought. The way he always did.]
Gabriel?