[Ah, that got a reaction. Like dropping the proverbial mentos into a glass of diet coke, it was starting to fizz gently under the surface before what could be a catastrophic explosion. His answer is calm, his expression a soured glare--but he can see it in jet-black eyes, the way Hanzo didn't need--didn't want to hear a statement like that from the terrorist Reaper of all people.

Reyes doesn't laugh. He doesn't even shift to intimidate the other more, simply moving to fold his hands together, fingers interlocking in front of him. His body language is just as calm as usual, but the shift was to remind himself that he still had a gun hidden under his hoodie, hanging off a holster.

If Hanzo made a move, he would, too.]

So he hasn't told you. Neither of them have.

Seems like you still don't see eye to eye.

[His head turns, and he looks at him, straight on.]

I was there when we pulled him out of Hanamura.

Nearly ... in pieces.

[You can almost hear the smile on his face, hidden by the mask he always wears.]