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[tekhartha]

[Maybe it's the relief of having some of the tension let out between them, but Zenyatta can't help himself: he gives a bright, fond, earnest laugh.]

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'?

[gr1m]

[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.

Been strangely kind since I first spoke with her.

[tekhartha]

[And that just tickles Zenyatta all the more. "Strangely" kind.]

Not every act of kindness has an ulterior motive, my friend. Clearly, she trusts you.

[gr1m]

For whatever reasons, yes. [Helped he hadn't tried to lie to her-

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.]

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta resists the urge to chuckle, instead opting for a more positive thrum of energy.]

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.

[gr1m]

Blue barely suited me during the war, always liked darker colors better.

[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.

[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta notes the shift with quiet satisfaction.]

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.

[gr1m]

May as well.

[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.]