[ honestly, the call to arms comes as a relief. no amount of focus or meditation is going to help Hanzo clear his head right now, still too aware of the fresh wound of Genji's reappearance in his life; it's been two weeks since, and he can barely remember any of the time that has passed, holed up in his hotel room like a ghost haunting it. the opportunity to do something that requires his full attention — and being sent out on orders to kill, no less, which he is comfortably familiar with — is a welcome distraction.
the people are less so. Hanzo has spent a decade looking over his shoulder for assassins, and anyone he encounters on the job as an assassin himself is usually to be killed; he's understandably jumpy, especially down here in close quarters. his first instinct is to put an arrow through anything that surprises him.
which is unfortunate for Genji, when they encounter each other, and in a quick reflex Hanzo draws his bowstring back — but he recognises that figure, can't not recognise it when the image has been tormenting him both in wake and in sleep for what moments he can remember since meeting it. the realisation changes his expression first, going slack with shock and something near to horror, and then perhaps without even thinking about it, moving on automatic, his string loosens and he lowers his bow. he says nothing at all.
it doesn't seem like he's deliberately staying silent, though. his mouth parts and his throat works as if something is stuck in it but no words leave him. actually — it seems like Hanzo is utterly unable to speak. certainly he can't form a single thought; he's grasping for a reaction and all he is is empty, empty, empty. ]
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the people are less so. Hanzo has spent a decade looking over his shoulder for assassins, and anyone he encounters on the job as an assassin himself is usually to be killed; he's understandably jumpy, especially down here in close quarters. his first instinct is to put an arrow through anything that surprises him.
which is unfortunate for Genji, when they encounter each other, and in a quick reflex Hanzo draws his bowstring back — but he recognises that figure, can't not recognise it when the image has been tormenting him both in wake and in sleep for what moments he can remember since meeting it. the realisation changes his expression first, going slack with shock and something near to horror, and then perhaps without even thinking about it, moving on automatic, his string loosens and he lowers his bow. he says nothing at all.
it doesn't seem like he's deliberately staying silent, though. his mouth parts and his throat works as if something is stuck in it but no words leave him. actually — it seems like Hanzo is utterly unable to speak. certainly he can't form a single thought; he's grasping for a reaction and all he is is empty, empty, empty. ]