[There was sincerity in those words, even if the tone they were spoken in were the same as always; albeit a bit softer, thought about. He meant them, and knew that once upon a time even he had been seen as such a person. There are quite a few of them, but still odd to run into one. What is needed, even if not wanted.
[Zenyatta can only hum in reply, a sound that would be neutral to most, but in which anyone with an ear for his droll sense of humour would be able to pick out his amusement. The conversation has lightened somewhat. He does not know if his words have touched Gabriel, but-]
[There was a snort, and some actual bit of laughter. Unlike in person that laughter doesn't sound as if he'd breathed in nothing but smoke for several years. Some other hint of the dead man in there.]
She calls me Sir Reaper now- she knows my name, but knows I don't like random people knowing it otherwise.
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He laughed, faintly.]
Some would disagree, more so if it's on me.
[But it was let go of, quickly.]
You and the princess that knighted me here.
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You were knighted by a princess?
[And now he just sounds baffled. Congrats.]
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Sir Gabriel Reaper, errant knight of Verens.
[There was something there, he'd think on those words. He would. For one reason or another Reaper did get into contact with Zenyatta after all.]
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Ah, how wonderful! It gladdens me to hear of someone else who appreciates your potential, Gabriel! Or perhaps I should call you 'my good Sir'?
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She calls me Sir Reaper now- she knows my name, but knows I don't like random people knowing it otherwise.
Been strangely kind since I first spoke with her.
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Not every act of kindness has an ulterior motive, my friend. Clearly, she trusts you.
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He'd been honest that he wasn't who he used to be, had once been a solider that helped save the world.]
For what it helps I don't believe she has some ulterior motive.
[Anymore.]
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Then you are already coming along in leaps and bounds. You may not be a knight in shining armour, but I do not think silver would suit you anyway.
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[So definitely not silver.
Wherever this conversation had gone? There was more ease on his end, far less tension than had been brought in the beginning, simply. Talking.]
Stopped bothering with hope, seeing where it got me before.
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Well. You are certainly not going anywhere for the time being, hope or no hope. Perhaps you might indulge a foolish omnic for a time.
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[And get used to hoping for.. anything.
Now he had to figure out what the Hell he was even hoping for, honestly. Why it was even there.]