[ as fate would have it, Hanzo has the same idea. he's seen the city on foot, but even in this place, it isn't so easy for him to put aside the habits of an assassin; he has to know its vantage points, to know the layout as clearly as he would by a map. it has the advantage of being isolated, too, which Hanzo is glad for. after a decade in exile, his patience for people wears thin quickly — worse here, where the people are all strange and unfamiliar, and one of them is a brother that should be dead. Genji believes he should change his ways. not everything is as simple as putting an end to his killing.
despite escaping the streets to avoid the people below, when he comes across someone else on the rooftops in a moment of stillness, curiosity catches at him and draws him towards the man. he has to wonder what kind of person it is that would come up here, for what reason; he knows his own, but can't imagine another thinking the same way. Hanzo's metal prosthetic feet click quietly against the stone as he approaches, letting the sound announce his presence before he speaks. ]
I did not expect to encounter anyone else here.
[ his stance is cautious, but his kyudo-gi is pulled on with both sleeves and his hands are by his sides — deliberately kept away from the bow and quiver he has strapped to his back. ]
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despite escaping the streets to avoid the people below, when he comes across someone else on the rooftops in a moment of stillness, curiosity catches at him and draws him towards the man. he has to wonder what kind of person it is that would come up here, for what reason; he knows his own, but can't imagine another thinking the same way. Hanzo's metal prosthetic feet click quietly against the stone as he approaches, letting the sound announce his presence before he speaks. ]
I did not expect to encounter anyone else here.
[ his stance is cautious, but his kyudo-gi is pulled on with both sleeves and his hands are by his sides — deliberately kept away from the bow and quiver he has strapped to his back. ]