[ It had been, initially, an entirely grudging sort of respect. But seeing someone dish out orders while also throwing themselves head first into the fire had been something he didn't know what to do with. Eventually he found himself wanting to make Reyes proud, although it wasn't enough to get him to stay once dismantling the clan was done.

The grip on his shoulder makes a small little smile quirk at his lips. He feels very exhausted now. ] I just hope something can be done.

[ Genji goes to pick up his head piece left on the ground and follows after him. He still feels too keyed up to put it back on, like he'd be trying stop an overflowing faucet with just his hands. He rubs at a spot on the top of the helmet piece and can't help a little huff when his brother speaks again. ] I do not blame you, honestly. I did not have my sword with me when he confronted me.

[ He twists his lips, words a little more somber. ] It was even harder when he confronted Jesse. [ And if he had been there when he confronted his brother... any temperance Genji might have learned up in those mountains would have been tossed out the window. ]