Zenyatta's mind goes calm despite all the chaos going on outside. A number of his processes are paused; he is concentrating on his breathing. Even the Figmented seems to ease its attacks. It doesn't thrash as much as Washington slices through more tendrils, and fewer tendrils try to attach themselves to Zenyatta.

The Figmented dissolves into mist, and Zenyatta swears he hears "Thank you" before there is nothing. Zenyatta's lights flicker before returning to steady. He waits a moment on the floor, restoring the processes he stopped one by one, before he rights himself and returns to hovering. He starts a scan of his systems to access any damage.

He gives a long, humming sigh before speaking to Wash. "I thank you for your concern." The gratitude is genuine even if Zenyatta still thinks attacking the Figmented was a bit much. "It is now at peace and will not be a danger to anyone. Even itself."