There is a brief respite in the overload as Washington cuts some of the tendrils. Unlike the shots, these are doing something to it. Zenyatta senses, feels the pain the Figmented goes through in the discord, and anger bleeds into it. A tendril tries to grasp Wash's arm, but Zenyatta reaches out and intercepts. It wraps around his arm instead.

"Freelancer! I can help it. I know how." His body jerks, and his voice fills with static once more. "Peace."

But he doesn't know if his words were understandable enough for Washington. Zenyatta wills himself to rein in his attention, force stops as many non-essential processes (even a few more essential ones) and chooses breathing as his focus. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breath out. Close a few more processes that had been reactivated due to the Figmented. Breath in. Breathe out.

The Figmented's tendrils begin to slow in their movement.