[ It's kind of freeing to say it on his own. Everyone in Overwatch already knew and then his memories were broadcast to so many people without his consent... he finds it much easier when he's the one to say it.

The hand on his arm is almost surprising. He looks down at his hand then back up at him, smiling. He doesn't quite look as tired as he did a moment before.

It's strange. The the harder things to remember now are how he was during Blackwatch, not the night where everything went wrong. ]

No, it's quite alright. I wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't want to discuss it with you. [ He pats his hand over Cisco's with a nod. ] It's okay.

[ Is it, though? Well, in the scheme of things no, it's not 'okay' what happened to him. But he's long since accepted it. ]

There is more to it than just that, decades of history leading up to it. My brother did not just snap one day. My family— [ He huffs. ] The Shimadas are not good people. Yakuza, criminals. Our empire was vast. My brother was to be the next heir and his entire life was molded around it. And I acted out without a care. Eventually I became too much of a 'liability' and he was ordered to have me 'dealt with.'

[ He looks sad. Not for himself, but for Hanzo. ] He was just the weapon turned against me. I forgave him long ago. Because if it hadn't happened, I would still be the terrible, selfish person I used to be.

[ A pause and an entirely inappropriate little smile. ] And being able to double jump is quite nice.