The second shot makes the Figmented pulse then spin furiously. Arms whip at the air around it as it pulls back and starts flies straight towards them.

"Something is not..." The bright glow in Zenyatta's orbs fade as he returns most of the energy to himself. He's made up his mind. Fighting did not need to be the answer for this encounter. Even if self preservation protocols try to influence him, Zenyatta purposely ignores them. He places himself between Wash yells, "Freelancer, stop! Do not fire at it further."

The Figmented stops its charge as if it is surprised that one of the targets is stopping the other from firing at it a third time. Then it throws tendrils at Zenyatta. It's easy to attach them to his cranium, wrapping tightly around the gaps within his frame to stay secure.

Zenyatta and his orbs plummet from the air and crash to the ground. A surge of commands run through his brain. He's accessing memory after memory, bit after bit of information. There are errors messages flashing in his consciousness. His sensors are rapid firing, but through everything being accessed, Zenyatta hears something that feels outside of his own head.

"You are staying. Yes. Help. Yes. I will kill you. Help. Your knowledge, give it to me. I will take it. You could help. Help. Help. Help. Kill. Yes. Stay. Help. Kill me. Nothing. Empty. Kill. Death. Fill me with nothing. Experience oblivion. Help. Kill me. Help me."

Zenyatta's voice is thick with popping static as he struggles to speak. Aloud, in his head, he's not sure which. "I... un... der... stand..."