The disturbance gains focus into a bundle of nerves twisting into a helix shape. Nerve tendrils reach outward. A Figmented swirls with its nerve tendrils reaching towards the two Legionnaires. If anything, the Figmented has fully noticed their presence due to Wash's shot at it. It wants to know; it wants the information contained in their minds. Could they do what it wants? Yes, yes. It will have them.

Zenyatta's orbs spin around his neck and take on a brighter glow, and that says more than he needs to. Pulses of discord travel up and down his wires. His soul sense danger and steels itself for a fight.

But discord isn't evil. It is pain and sorrow, and Zenyatta senses something else within it. Something buried deep. That something gives Zenyatta pause. He doesn't launch a volley of energy at the Figmented and allows it to draw closer.