[ He notices that expression and Genji frowns deeply. Relaxing his shoulders a little, he falls into a more casual stance. Perhaps being so... easygoing is not the best idea. He's the only one who has the ability to see the good from the bad, after all.

It really isn't fair at all, is it? Genji has always had people around him wanting to help. Of course he wanted nothing to do with it for the most part, but even in Overwatch there were people who tried. Amari, Morrison, Reyes... it wasn't until he stumbled into the path of his Master that universe started to make sense again.

And his brother has always had nobody but himself. There is a surge of self hatred so sudden in his chest that it almost gives him whiplash— if he hadn't been such a brat, his brother would not be in this pitiful state — he steadies his breath and presses it back down. There was no fixing it then. Only way to move was forward.

So Genji laughs again, a light and airy noise. ] It was not an easy feat. [ He drops his hands and rests a palm on the hilt of his wakizashi. ] Shall we get moving then, brother? We will not accomplish much just standing here. [ A slight pause. ] I doubt it smells nice down here.