#venomines

In the end, the solution seemed almost obvious. Zenyatta had come and called him away from the room he had awoken in despite the doctor's worries that his systems may still need tweaking. That was until Reinhardt had come by and heard the plan.

"Angela! Do not fret so much. I will go with them to the gardens yes? Nothing will happen under my watchful eye. " He promised, tapping under his one good eye and did a very comical raising and lowering of his eyebrows until she had given in with a chuckle.

Stepping out into the enclosed area that served as a small garden and looking up at the sun, he realized that thiswas what had been missing. the sun warm on his plating, the sounds of nature, small as it was in what amounted to a single room without a roof. Settling down on a bench, he could feel himself relaxing and becoming at ease in a way he had not been able to reach.

Bench shifting as a heavier weight settled beside him, he turned to look at the mountain of a man. "It is always good to get fresh air yes?" Mondatta was taken slightly aback by just how...open and bright he was, smile just as big as he was.

"Indeed. I feel more at peace." Mondatta agreed, tiping his face up towards the warm rays. "I have yet to thank you for escorting us, I am sure you are busy. "

Reinhardt just shook his head. "It is no trouble at all! In fact, it is a good time to tell you that I am being your guard." He replied, hand patting the omnics back. Given how zenyatta turned to look, this was a surprise to him as well. "Until things are safe, it was decided that someone will remain with you at all times! ready to defend you against any and all attempts of another attack. Of course, I volunteered." There was no room to pose on the bench but he managed it well enough.

"I had heard mention of it, but did not know it had been decided. I thank you for your offered assistance. truly there is no fear with your protection." Zenyatta might be laying it on a tad thick but the thought of losing his brother had been a terrifying time, one he did not relish repeating. ever.

An attempt to ask was thankfully prevented by his inability to speak at all. What had happened to him to cause so much damage? Any attempt to recall was met with a blank in his memory banks. Growing uneasy, he focused on his brother and was thankful to find his ability to talk was not completely lost.

~Brother Zenyatta. What happened? Where are we?~ clicks and whistles, beeps and some sound that might be above a humans normal range of hearing. Sometimes called verbal binary by humans though that did not truly fit the omnics native speech His fingers tightened around Zenyatta's, taking solace in the calmness that permeated his dear brothers self. Zenyatta would not be so relaxed if there were a serious danger, even if it was clear that something awful had happened to him. Enough to serious damage him badly, the question is...what. ~What happened at my speech?~ that was where his memories stopped so whatever happened, it had to have been then.

~Patience Mondatta. All is well now. I am very glad to see you awake, this is friend Reinhardt.~ Something very bad then, if Zenyatta was not answering his questions right away. That did not bode well at all. Nevertheless, he trusted his brother and turned his attention to the rather massive human that stood almost looming over them.

~He is...robust.~ Well that hadn't been the best reply but Zenyatta seemed amused, relaying a slightly different one. The hand that patted his shoulder was enough to dwarf it and he watched as he went off to inform someone he was awake. A doctor of some sorts he presumed.

~Zenyatta..what has happened?~ he needed to know and if there were to be tests, he would prefer to know sooner rather than later. There was no face to change expression but he knew Zenyatta like no other and could feel the tension in the air. ~That bad Brother?~

The quiet stretched for a long moment, Zenyatta still stroking the back of his hand as if grounding them both before speaking. ~You were shot, an assassin intent on ending your voice nearly did just that. Luck was on our side, an agent was able to bring your core to us. Angela Zeigler along with another was able to restore you.~ He paused, letting Mondatta take all that in at his own pace. An assassin? Someone had tried to assassinate him? Silence him forever? He recalled nothing but his Brother would not lie. He had narrowly avoided being one with the Iris forever, brought into its arms and yet the Iris deemed it not his time and gently returned him. To keep on his work? Or something else. They would never know but he found himself immensely grateful.

~Zeiglar, the same that restored your pupil yes?~ The name seemed familiar and a nod confirmed it. Truly, the woman was a miracle worker. First his brothers newest pupil and now himself? He looked forwards to meeting her and these others that had saved his life. ~Who wished to silence me? What of the Shambali?~ Then with a sudden realization ~How long?~ Just how long had he been deemed lost. He could not put a time between his almost waking and the times he did, let alone a number to them. How much time had he lost?

~Many weeks dear Brother. The Shambali are safe, there are those that are watching over them though their location proves to be a deterrent in and of itself, as always.~ Zenyatta's words were soothing, as was the hand holding his own. An anchor to keep him from being swept away. ~An organization that calls itself 'Talon' is to blame, they think their attack successful. You are still being mourned.~ Mondatta's surprise was almost tangible, drawing a soft laugh from Zenyatta before he continued. ~we were unsure if you would wake, and keeping you hidden was deemed safer. Even from the others.~ It was clear Zenyatta disagreed with such a claim but he was not in charge and owed much to the organization. Going behind their backs would not be a rightful thing to do.

Reeling, he squeezed tightly to golden fingers and let himself sink into a light meditation to take everything in. What he could not change would be left to drift away. He could do nothing about it and thus would not stress himself with it, best to focus on what he could influence. The rest would come after, for now he was alive and very grateful for such. ~Your Zeigler, she has repaired me? What does she wish in return?~ That was how humans worked after all, everything was a balance of gives and takes. He expected such extensive work to be no different.

~There is no price to pay. This incarnation is not like the previous of Overwatch. They saved you because they were able to.~ Perhaps Zenyatta's request helped, after all he had been working alongside his pupil for a time now and he was sure there had been talk of 'owing' it to him but nevertheless. ~The only price is that you recover. For now I believe they also wish for you to remain hidden, to prevent another attempt on your life~ Zenyatta added, relived when Mondatta merely nodded.

~I see. You will remain by my side, yes?~ Where normally he was unflappable, Mondatta felt unsettled. Things had shifted so swiftly that he could not find his footing and grasped for the safety of the familiar. Of course Zenyatta would not leave his side but the verbal confirmation did wonders for his nerves. He could hear the large man returning along with a softer voice. Presumably the good doctor which meant their conversation was soon to be over for the time being. At least any sense of a private one, it would be rude to continue as they were once his vocals were restored.