[ People might think the building's on fire with how fast Genji starts running. He's cursing himself as he rushes towards the business district, knowing he should have handled it better. Should have warned him about Reaper the second he knew he was there, who he was. (No, he wanted to protect him... alas.)
He scales the side of the building (because stairs or an elevator would just take too damn long) and climbs over the ledge. He's actually panting a little and he looks over at his brother.
Genji pauses and reaches behind his head, undoing the airlock on his face plate. But he goes a step further, the helm on his forehead rising up and disengaging as well. The head covering comes off as well, the spikes on the side of his head retracting backwards. He holds it all awkwardly in his hands a moment before crouching down and placing it on the ground.
He hasn't taken off his entire head piece since he'd arrived. Hasn't in a long while, actually. His hair is a little messy, beginnings of gray at his temples, and his expression is— stricken. The wrinkles around his eyes are pulled tight. His voice is even hoarser than it usually is without the modulation. ] Brother. I should have warned you about him, I thought— I wanted to protect you.
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[ People might think the building's on fire with how fast Genji starts running. He's cursing himself as he rushes towards the business district, knowing he should have handled it better. Should have warned him about Reaper the second he knew he was there, who he was. (No, he wanted to protect him... alas.)
He scales the side of the building (because stairs or an elevator would just take too damn long) and climbs over the ledge. He's actually panting a little and he looks over at his brother.
Genji pauses and reaches behind his head, undoing the airlock on his face plate. But he goes a step further, the helm on his forehead rising up and disengaging as well. The head covering comes off as well, the spikes on the side of his head retracting backwards. He holds it all awkwardly in his hands a moment before crouching down and placing it on the ground.
He hasn't taken off his entire head piece since he'd arrived. Hasn't in a long while, actually. His hair is a little messy, beginnings of gray at his temples, and his expression is— stricken. The wrinkles around his eyes are pulled tight. His voice is even hoarser than it usually is without the modulation. ] Brother. I should have warned you about him, I thought— I wanted to protect you.