[ there is the quiet sound of metal clinking against metal as Hanzo's nocked arrow stutters in its position, his hands shaking again. he remembers all too well that moment, the sharp edge of what he believed at the time to be an assassin's sword pressed to his windpipe, so near to death that it had been dizzying. and he remembers, also, that he had not been afraid.
he had been relieved.
you should have killed me back then. the compulsion to say it is so vivid that it feels a physical thing caught in Hanzo's throat, his breathing restricted by it as if he could gag on the words. he's only held back by the shame of his own desperation. he has disgraced himself enough; to admit aloud that at times he wishes Genji had slit his throat would make it a very real thing, another dishonour on Hanzo's head, and he will not show himself to be such a coward. ]
Then your judgement is still as poor as ever.
[ but in one swift movement, he draws back the string of his bow and fires an arrow down the tunnel, where it strikes with a meaty thunk! and a creature's shriek. ]
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he had been relieved.
you should have killed me back then. the compulsion to say it is so vivid that it feels a physical thing caught in Hanzo's throat, his breathing restricted by it as if he could gag on the words. he's only held back by the shame of his own desperation. he has disgraced himself enough; to admit aloud that at times he wishes Genji had slit his throat would make it a very real thing, another dishonour on Hanzo's head, and he will not show himself to be such a coward. ]
Then your judgement is still as poor as ever.
[ but in one swift movement, he draws back the string of his bow and fires an arrow down the tunnel, where it strikes with a meaty thunk! and a creature's shriek. ]