[ Found you pieces. He doesn't remember much between the shock and confusion, of the final blow against his body. He knows he was tossed down the side of the cliff. He remembers the rock ripping at his jaw as he slid down. Remembers the feel of air whooshing by as a drop ship appeared, boots on the ground. Medical jargon. Then nothing else.

The sudden surge of anger he feels is a strange one. Not for his own circumstance, not at his family but— a protective one. He snaps when he speaks again. ] As if you did not know, as if he has any right to talk of our business.

[ No. Genji closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, thinking of the tune of his Master's orbs. The air rushes out of him in a huff, chest deflating, and Genji crouches to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. ] I have gone about this all wrong. I wanted to ease into it. I did not want you to think I was still hostile towards you.