[ when they last met, Genji had barely said a word to maintain his anonymity, only needling Hanzo about his motives in coming to the shrine, and maybe that's what Hanzo had expected this time too. that Genji would be cryptic and cold and certainly not engage Hanzo in conversation. since when has his little brother ever made things easy for him, though — and the thought strikes him like a blade.
no. he will do this. he will maintain whatever facade Genji is trying to... to mock him with, but when Genji's sword turns on him, he won't pretend to be surprised. ]
No. [ that old Shimada pride is still there, arrogance too deeply sown into him to have been pulled out by exile. ] They are only animals; hardly a challenge.
[ he's still holding an arrow nocked in his bow, his knuckles white with tension on the bow's handgrip. but they are in no immediate danger, so he lets his firing position fall away at last, and he fidgets with the arrow in his right hand instead, his thumb stroking mindlessly along the metal shaft of it. ]
I imagine the same is true of yourself. You handled yourself rather well— [ when Hanzo had tried to kill him (again) under the impression that he was an assassin? ] —the last time.
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no. he will do this. he will maintain whatever facade Genji is trying to... to mock him with, but when Genji's sword turns on him, he won't pretend to be surprised. ]
No. [ that old Shimada pride is still there, arrogance too deeply sown into him to have been pulled out by exile. ] They are only animals; hardly a challenge.
[ he's still holding an arrow nocked in his bow, his knuckles white with tension on the bow's handgrip. but they are in no immediate danger, so he lets his firing position fall away at last, and he fidgets with the arrow in his right hand instead, his thumb stroking mindlessly along the metal shaft of it. ]
I imagine the same is true of yourself. You handled yourself rather well— [ when Hanzo had tried to kill him (again) under the impression that he was an assassin? ] —the last time.