[ an utterly inadequate response, but what else is he supposed to say? I am glad. not only is that banal, but Hanzo has no right to feel relief for any aspect of Genji's life. how can he say that he is glad for anything when he's the one that did this? whatever fortune Genji can find in his current state, it cannot abate Hanzo's guilt.
he turns to look properly at Genji instead of taking glances from the corner of his eye, and he studies him in silence while they walk together, trying to find any pieces of a brother that he would recognise. in his manner, his movements — Hanzo thinks about those neon green lights all over the cyborg body, thinks Genji would have liked that, and then abruptly turns his head away. his breathing shudders unsteadily as he exhales. his hands are shaking.
it would be better not to speak at all, even though there is so much to say and so many questions that he desperately wants answers to. but he suddenly finds he needs something to fill the space. ]
You told me to join Overwatch. Was it them that — [ he gestures with the hand holding an arrow to encompass Genji's body ] did this?
[ he hadn't exactly kept up with the news of Overwatch, after fleeing. everyone around him in the clan had always viewed Overwatch with disdain, their showmanship and the naivete of heroes, so the distaste had stayed with him in his exile. they might have boasted gladly about the technological innovation of a cyborg addition to their ranks, and Hanzo would have no idea. ]
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[ an utterly inadequate response, but what else is he supposed to say? I am glad. not only is that banal, but Hanzo has no right to feel relief for any aspect of Genji's life. how can he say that he is glad for anything when he's the one that did this? whatever fortune Genji can find in his current state, it cannot abate Hanzo's guilt.
he turns to look properly at Genji instead of taking glances from the corner of his eye, and he studies him in silence while they walk together, trying to find any pieces of a brother that he would recognise. in his manner, his movements — Hanzo thinks about those neon green lights all over the cyborg body, thinks Genji would have liked that, and then abruptly turns his head away. his breathing shudders unsteadily as he exhales. his hands are shaking.
it would be better not to speak at all, even though there is so much to say and so many questions that he desperately wants answers to. but he suddenly finds he needs something to fill the space. ]
You told me to join Overwatch. Was it them that — [ he gestures with the hand holding an arrow to encompass Genji's body ] did this?
[ he hadn't exactly kept up with the news of Overwatch, after fleeing. everyone around him in the clan had always viewed Overwatch with disdain, their showmanship and the naivete of heroes, so the distaste had stayed with him in his exile. they might have boasted gladly about the technological innovation of a cyborg addition to their ranks, and Hanzo would have no idea. ]