[As verbal sleights of hand go it is hardly the most subtle of distractions... but, at its most basic level, it works. Zenyatta stares at him for a moment in something between disbelief and uncertainty, as if 76 were telling the unadulterated truth and he is simply trying, mentally, to place the man behind a desk in a tired suit and loafers.
Then he laughs: a real, heartfelt laugh that has him holding his non-existant stomach with one hand and shaking his head.]
Very clever, my friend, very clever!
[The laugh trickles down to a silvery little chuckle.]
You do not have to be glib. I will not press you for answers you do not have the trust in me to share. But [his voice softens, the glow of his jieba dimming] I cannot help but sense the turmoil in your heart- although I suppose your actions in our own world make it plain enough.
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Then he laughs: a real, heartfelt laugh that has him holding his non-existant stomach with one hand and shaking his head.]
Very clever, my friend, very clever!
[The laugh trickles down to a silvery little chuckle.]
You do not have to be glib. I will not press you for answers you do not have the trust in me to share. But [his voice softens, the glow of his jieba dimming] I cannot help but sense the turmoil in your heart- although I suppose your actions in our own world make it plain enough.