His processes initialize in disorganized bursts, systems stalling for seconds longer than usual. When Zenyatta analyzes the disturbance, he packs as quickly as he can.
He stops only once, outside of Genji’s room, hand poised to knock. Precious seconds slip between his servos, and the something pulses like a heartbeat within him. He whispers an apology into the door and leaves in the dead of night.
Zenyatta sends Genji a message before going offline, keeping only that something connected: a signal, long lost, active once more. His student would understand.
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