[That is fair, he supposes, and even if Zenyatta suspects that even under the best of circumstances 76 would be eager to get away from him he puts the thought from his head for the time being.
Almost. There is still a faint, sardonic edge to the way he asks-]
"We"?
[But he is already picking his way across the debris with those light, steady almost-steps. When he reaches the exit he pauses, back to the wall. Even with the warm encouragement of 76's touch glowing in his receptors, its web-cracked glass seems scant protection from the swarming darkness beyond.]
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Almost. There is still a faint, sardonic edge to the way he asks-]
"We"?
[But he is already picking his way across the debris with those light, steady almost-steps. When he reaches the exit he pauses, back to the wall. Even with the warm encouragement of 76's touch glowing in his receptors, its web-cracked glass seems scant protection from the swarming darkness beyond.]
Where will you be heading next?