[ he has to admit that he'd wondered why it hadn't come up yet; but then, both of them have been trying to deal with this as it is now, and they haven't sat down for any kind of talk about the decade they've missed of the other. Genji's time with Overwatch, Hanzo's fleeing from the family, none of it. that had made sense to him. Genji doesn't really plan to keep him around, so there isn't any point in discussing the past. ]

Really— [ it's exasperated, or as much as it can be when Hanzo still seems small somehow, ashamed, unable to look Genji in the eye. ] He hardly said much about it. That you were one of his men, and that he... [ his expression twists, despairing, and his voice is strained and quiet: ] that they found you in pieces.

[ of course he's wondered about the state of Genji's body after their fight, even before they were ever reunited. it wouldn't have mattered if he'd tried to avoid thinking about it; there were nightmares to remind him, always. the shock had just been to hear it from someone else with such accusation, someone who was there and could confirm it, when no one has even mentioned Hanzo's brother to him since the day he was struck down. ]

Anything else he said was for me to hear. [ and clearly did worse to Hanzo, if the way his head hangs is any indication. ] And it was only the truth.

[ have you even apologised to him yet? he can't. he can't. maybe when Genji brings the blade down on his neck, he'll finally manage it. ]