[ Genji chuckles in return, wiping at his other eye. He feels drained, his chest is sore in the same way one's legs are after running for too long. It hurt but it was needed, like finally pulling out a splinter that had started to fester. It will still hurt and need to heal, but it's better.
He looks up at his brother, at him holding out his hand and he feels like a little boy again for a moment. All of those times he would help him up when they were training, when he'd trip, when they were playing and Genji would fall and scrape his knees. His brother was always there to pick him up. He smiles faintly and takes his hand, getting up easily.
His expression turns serious. ] And you do the same. [ Genji sighs, tired again for another reason, and shakes his head. ] I cannot understand it. The man he was— [ He huffs through his nose. ] He was a good man.
[ And now he's some kind of monster and he knows too much. He could poke at every sore spot inside him and it's infuriating. ]
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He looks up at his brother, at him holding out his hand and he feels like a little boy again for a moment. All of those times he would help him up when they were training, when he'd trip, when they were playing and Genji would fall and scrape his knees. His brother was always there to pick him up. He smiles faintly and takes his hand, getting up easily.
His expression turns serious. ] And you do the same. [ Genji sighs, tired again for another reason, and shakes his head. ] I cannot understand it. The man he was— [ He huffs through his nose. ] He was a good man.
[ And now he's some kind of monster and he knows too much. He could poke at every sore spot inside him and it's infuriating. ]