[ But Zenyatta is right. He just ... he just wanted to say it with his own words. His eyes close for a second. The warmth is more than appreciated. The cold cut in so deep that he worried that he would never feel warm again. ]
You could fix it. [ There is a smile in the texted words, somehow. Perhaps, it is felt in the way that his tired, still ice cold arms wrap around his master more. ] I'm warming up a little. I should feel lucky that so much of me is metal.
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[ But Zenyatta is right. He just ... he just wanted to say it with his own words. His eyes close for a second. The warmth is more than appreciated. The cold cut in so deep that he worried that he would never feel warm again. ]
You could fix it. [ There is a smile in the texted words, somehow. Perhaps, it is felt in the way that his tired, still ice cold arms wrap around his master more. ] I'm warming up a little. I should feel lucky that so much of me is metal.