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Waking again was different. Before his
systems had fought him every step of the way, warnings and programs
attempting to halt him and his progress to wakefulness. This time, it
was…smooth. Almost smoother then he ever recalled it being. It was,
however frustratingly, slow. Every system had to run a quick check
and one did not realize just how many they had until there was a
waiting list. He could not  feel too stressed however as once again,
the feeling of Zenyatta returned to his side. Or perhaps he had never
left? That seemed more to his brothers attitude. Either way, waking
brought Zenyatta to his side and the voice from before once he could
register it. Deep, very deep. With an accent perhaps? European he
suspected but he was no master of languages to narrow it down. It was
pleasant nonetheless and as his optics, finally why were they so low
on the list, came online; he was surprised at the sheer size of the
human. Was it normal to come in such a size? Did humans naturally
grow that large?

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