[ Genji really isn't going to kill him. and Hanzo has been expecting it, waiting for it every second since they found each other in the tunnels — it feels like the ground has given way underneath him now and he has nothing left. like this was his last hope, maybe. (their time at the festival had been good, could have been something close to normal for the people they are now, but it had been temporary. it hadn't been real. that isn't the kind of life Hanzo can have.)
Hanzo sinks to the ground on his knees, sitting back on his heels, suddenly drained. ] Why? [ he sounds desperate, choked. ] How could you possibly...
[ he can't imagine what Genji missed. their childhood, maybe, in which case he's looking for a person who doesn't exist anymore. towards the end, their differences were irreconcilable, at least as far as Hanzo can remember it. at least as far as the clan saw it. and even if there was someone worth missing in Hanzo from that time, it can't be enough to move past what followed. ]
Reaper was right. [ Hanzo is covering his face with both hands now, curling in on himself. ] I have not even apologised to you, I have not—
[ words keep failing him. it just makes him feel even more useless, pathetic, a disappointment. ]
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Hanzo sinks to the ground on his knees, sitting back on his heels, suddenly drained. ] Why? [ he sounds desperate, choked. ] How could you possibly...
[ he can't imagine what Genji missed. their childhood, maybe, in which case he's looking for a person who doesn't exist anymore. towards the end, their differences were irreconcilable, at least as far as Hanzo can remember it. at least as far as the clan saw it. and even if there was someone worth missing in Hanzo from that time, it can't be enough to move past what followed. ]
Reaper was right. [ Hanzo is covering his face with both hands now, curling in on himself. ] I have not even apologised to you, I have not—
[ words keep failing him. it just makes him feel even more useless, pathetic, a disappointment. ]