Under different circumstances, Zenyatta would gently say that such an attitude would be difficult on his path, but he would thank Washington for the wisdom and the determination to follow through upon his own morals. He can respect that. Especially since that is what Zenyatta is doing. Zenyatta will lay down his life if it helps another obtain peace... and in this case, he was certain that he would have been all right.

However, that conversation never arrives. Another mass shimmers into existence. Washington has hands over this throat. Then he falls.

"Freelancer!" Zenyatta dashes over to his side. He calls upon his Orb of Harmony and attaches it to Wash, hoping that will help stabilize him. Zenyatta can't do CPR or mouth to mouth resuscitation. A human cannot survive long enough without air for Zenyatta to bring the man to another Legionnaire or have one come to them. He goes to turn Wash on his back to help keep his airway open when he senses a similar discord to the Figmented he helped lay to rest. It's filled with a deep sorrow and pain, and it covers Wash like frost over grass. The Woe wants to trap Wash in his own memories.

"Freelancer, come towards my voice. Let the Iris guide you back to this side." This is an instance of going towards the light being the right direction. "Do not remain where you are."