[ anija again; the surprise shows on his face just as clearly this time too, something uncertain and lost brought out by the honorific. ]
Ah — of course. [ he collects himself, tries to crush the nostalgia and the grief that is filling his lungs, his head spinning faintly. it's impossible to think that he'll be able to distract himself from anything when Genji is right here, more of a distraction himself than the monsters could possibly be, but he can at least keep himself together until they part ways. when he's alone again, he can be as weak and pathetic as he feels right now.
Hanzo straightens, steeling, and turns to walk back the way he came. ] There is a path in this direction that I have not taken.
[ he falls silent for some distance as they walk together and he keeps his gaze stubbornly ahead; he would claim that he's keeping an eye out for more of the lizard creatures, but in truth, he wouldn't even see one if it crossed his path. he just needs not to look at Genji. something that Genji had said is sticking in his mind, though, a question that feels more like self-punishment than curiosity. he finally manages the fortitude to ask — and he glances sidelong at Genji first, hesitates, swallows a hard lump in his throat: ]
Are your senses diminished? By the mask.
[ it must have some kind of respiratory capabilities, since it's close-fitting and he keeps it on all the time. he can breathe through it. but Hanzo can't quite imagine what that's like. ]
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Ah — of course. [ he collects himself, tries to crush the nostalgia and the grief that is filling his lungs, his head spinning faintly. it's impossible to think that he'll be able to distract himself from anything when Genji is right here, more of a distraction himself than the monsters could possibly be, but he can at least keep himself together until they part ways. when he's alone again, he can be as weak and pathetic as he feels right now.
Hanzo straightens, steeling, and turns to walk back the way he came. ] There is a path in this direction that I have not taken.
[ he falls silent for some distance as they walk together and he keeps his gaze stubbornly ahead; he would claim that he's keeping an eye out for more of the lizard creatures, but in truth, he wouldn't even see one if it crossed his path. he just needs not to look at Genji. something that Genji had said is sticking in his mind, though, a question that feels more like self-punishment than curiosity. he finally manages the fortitude to ask — and he glances sidelong at Genji first, hesitates, swallows a hard lump in his throat: ]
Are your senses diminished? By the mask.
[ it must have some kind of respiratory capabilities, since it's close-fitting and he keeps it on all the time. he can breathe through it. but Hanzo can't quite imagine what that's like. ]