[Those words - they're words he used to want to here so long ago. When he was angry, bitter, turned into a weapon to be turned against his family.

He wanted them to suffer, the people who rebuilt him almost from scratch. He wanted them to have their humanity stripped just as his had been.

But things have changed. He's learned, now, with the help of Zenyatta's stubborn sort of patience, that nothing had been taken from him. Things were just replaced in new ways.]

Angela. [Not Dr. Ziegler. Not now. This is too personal.] You saved my life. You should not be sorry for doing such a thing, even though I could not be grateful for it then.