If Reggatta could smile, he would be smiling at the Ricos. Their words warm him, and he sees what he believed was there in them all along. He won't spoil it by analyzing it further. Not now.
"I will," Zenyatta says to both Rico's and to Reggatta as well. His voice betrays his attempt at be composed for his brother's sake. And a little of his own. The Orb of Harmony fades away. It won't be able to help now. He moves close to Reggatta and places a hand gently on his chest. Reggatta catches on quickly helps him open his chest chassis. Hums rise in volume as the panels are removed and his power source is exposed. It's stuttering erratically now that the Orb of Harmony isn't helping to stabilize him for a bit longer.
Zenyatta stares at his brother's core. He wants to say something poignant but nothing comes. This parting should have some exchange more than goodbye. His soul whispers the words before he processes that he said them. "I should have known this right from the start. Only hope can keep me together."
Reggatta takes Zenyatta's hands in his and leans so their foreheads touch, exactly like Zenyatta had done earlier. "Love Love Love c-c-can mend your-our-our life, but love-ve-ve can break break your heart." Zenyatta looks up at that. "I-I-I've g-g-got your your me-me-ss-ss-ssage inna bot-tle."
He is Zenyatta's message in a bottle. There are things Zenyatta wants to say to Reggatta and Mondatta, and he can't. But Reggatta thinks he can figure out the rest; he can sense Zenyatta's pain. He knows it. They aren't so different after all.
Zenyatta pulls away and brings both of his hands together. His orbs glow brighter as he channels his omnic energy. He changes his focus to touch the Iris, forcing himself to become tranquil. Bright blue turns golden as he sprouts six ethereal arms of light from his back. A pair of arms reach towards Reggatta's core. Reggatta nods. Zenyatta then pushes all the energy he can into Reggatta's core in one huge wave.
The lights embedded in Reggatta's forehead shatter as arcs of bright gold then blue electricity jolt up and down his body. Sparks and crackling fills the air. There can be no attempt at reviving him when all of his electronics have been shorted out; he will never be used again. Like a puppet with his strings cut, he falls from the air and into Zenyatta's physical arms. The other arms vanish into golden motes.
Zenyatta collapses to the ground soon after, holding Reggatta's still form. His own forehead lights dim from the energy spent and the disruption of his own current.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't move, doesn't let go.
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"I will," Zenyatta says to both Rico's and to Reggatta as well. His voice betrays his attempt at be composed for his brother's sake. And a little of his own. The Orb of Harmony fades away. It won't be able to help now. He moves close to Reggatta and places a hand gently on his chest. Reggatta catches on quickly helps him open his chest chassis. Hums rise in volume as the panels are removed and his power source is exposed. It's stuttering erratically now that the Orb of Harmony isn't helping to stabilize him for a bit longer.
Zenyatta stares at his brother's core. He wants to say something poignant but nothing comes. This parting should have some exchange more than goodbye. His soul whispers the words before he processes that he said them. "I should have known this right from the start. Only hope can keep me together."
Reggatta takes Zenyatta's hands in his and leans so their foreheads touch, exactly like Zenyatta had done earlier. "Love Love Love c-c-can mend your-our-our life, but love-ve-ve can break break your heart." Zenyatta looks up at that. "I-I-I've g-g-got your your me-me-ss-ss-ssage inna bot-tle."
He is Zenyatta's message in a bottle. There are things Zenyatta wants to say to Reggatta and Mondatta, and he can't. But Reggatta thinks he can figure out the rest; he can sense Zenyatta's pain. He knows it. They aren't so different after all.
Zenyatta pulls away and brings both of his hands together. His orbs glow brighter as he channels his omnic energy. He changes his focus to touch the Iris, forcing himself to become tranquil. Bright blue turns golden as he sprouts six ethereal arms of light from his back. A pair of arms reach towards Reggatta's core. Reggatta nods. Zenyatta then pushes all the energy he can into Reggatta's core in one huge wave.
The lights embedded in Reggatta's forehead shatter as arcs of bright gold then blue electricity jolt up and down his body. Sparks and crackling fills the air. There can be no attempt at reviving him when all of his electronics have been shorted out; he will never be used again. Like a puppet with his strings cut, he falls from the air and into Zenyatta's physical arms. The other arms vanish into golden motes.
Zenyatta collapses to the ground soon after, holding Reggatta's still form. His own forehead lights dim from the energy spent and the disruption of his own current.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't move, doesn't let go.