[Zenyatta would not dream of calling into question the sheer, stubborn tenacity of Soldier: 76's physical being, but while Tempeste's soldiers still swarm the moon and its retreats they cannot turn down even a moment's worth of respite.
Although that does not mean that Zenyatta should waste time enjoying it when 76 is clearly less than impressed with the situation.
The purring, abruptly and with obvious embarrassment (if the uptick in temperature localised to his neck did not tip him off first), cuts off.]
It does. Thank you, my friend. [He catches himself, at least, before he can apologise again. Instead he is taken by another thought, glancing sidelong at the man.] You still do not trust me.
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Although that does not mean that Zenyatta should waste time enjoying it when 76 is clearly less than impressed with the situation.
The purring, abruptly and with obvious embarrassment (if the uptick in temperature localised to his neck did not tip him off first), cuts off.]
It does. Thank you, my friend. [He catches himself, at least, before he can apologise again. Instead he is taken by another thought, glancing sidelong at the man.] You still do not trust me.
[He does not sound overly offended.]