[ He had gone for the bruises intentionally, wanting to make sure his assumptions about his brother's state of being had been true. And he would be lying if there hadn't been a small part of him that was eager to get the words out, to put into the universe and finally put to rest all the rage that had once been pent up inside him. "Someone you murdered."
But not anymore. Despite everything, he knew there was a good man in his elder brother. If there was one thing he would go to his grave believing, it would be that. Things will never be what they were— but that can only be a good thing.
When he responds with that familiar arrogance, the nostalgia hits him all over again. He's smiling unseen, hands still behind his back. ] No, they are not. Speed is an advantage indeed.
[ Genji watches him change posture carefully. He's still not quite used to not seeing a blade at his hip; the bow was always secondary. (Genji himself was quite terrible at it.) But he can't help a huff at that, the slight voice modulation in his helmet making it sound more like a burst of static. ] I volunteered to assist, not for the challenge. I did eventually learn discipline.
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But not anymore. Despite everything, he knew there was a good man in his elder brother. If there was one thing he would go to his grave believing, it would be that. Things will never be what they were— but that can only be a good thing.
When he responds with that familiar arrogance, the nostalgia hits him all over again. He's smiling unseen, hands still behind his back. ] No, they are not. Speed is an advantage indeed.
[ Genji watches him change posture carefully. He's still not quite used to not seeing a blade at his hip; the bow was always secondary. (Genji himself was quite terrible at it.) But he can't help a huff at that, the slight voice modulation in his helmet making it sound more like a burst of static. ] I volunteered to assist, not for the challenge. I did eventually learn discipline.