[ He doesn't flinch at the start of the question, almost as if he was expecting. Almost as if he wanted him to ask. Genji lets out a hoarse sigh and waves a hand. ]

I should explain better, that sounded more ominous than I meant it. I wasn't some horror movie serial killer. [ Although he felt like some kind of monster. ] I mentioned I was in a covert black ops unit in Overwatch, right? That was just what we did, the more secretive and advanced missions. Assassinations, espionage, that sort of thing. I just sometimes would— lose myself. [ He makes a face. ] You saw that memory of one of my 'moments,' right?

[ He rubs a hand across his face, feeling the stubbtle that he really should shave later on today. There's not enough healthy skin left on his face for it to look good. (He still can't believe his brother grew a beard, looks so much like their father.) ]

Someone tried to kill me, yes. Very nearly succeeded. [ A pause. ] Someone in my family. [ Another pause, as there's no subtle way to say it. Might as well drop it like the metaphorical rock that it is. ] My brother.