[ Hanzo makes a sound. it's involuntary, something low and wounded and awful that catches in the back of his throat, and his expression is dismayed like Reaper has twisted a knife in his gut.
for a moment, he isn't even there. the fight or flight reaction takes over his entire awareness, jump-started by a PTSD response — because he remembers fighting Genji, remembers his own overwhelming horror in the aftermath. but when he thinks of what was left of Genji, there's just blood and a body he can't recognise as his brother's. to hear this: not that Overwatch saved him, but found him in pieces, and to have it said against him like ammunition by Reaper, of all people— something just short-circuits. it must. Hanzo goes catatonic, standing there with his tea held in one white-knuckled fist.
the first sensation that returns to him is intense nausea, and his reflexive thought to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from being sick means that he simply lets go of the mug he's holding. it falls over the balcony and shatters somewhere below. Hanzo shifts back a half-step, not from fear, but a horror that's entirely focused inward. ]
He— [ he doesn't know what defence he was going to make. he's trying to remember what Genji said to him, down in the tunnels below the city. he speaks again, voice croaking: ] You were with Overwatch.
[ it's a question, despite the lack of inflection. ]
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for a moment, he isn't even there. the fight or flight reaction takes over his entire awareness, jump-started by a PTSD response — because he remembers fighting Genji, remembers his own overwhelming horror in the aftermath. but when he thinks of what was left of Genji, there's just blood and a body he can't recognise as his brother's. to hear this: not that Overwatch saved him, but found him in pieces, and to have it said against him like ammunition by Reaper, of all people— something just short-circuits. it must. Hanzo goes catatonic, standing there with his tea held in one white-knuckled fist.
the first sensation that returns to him is intense nausea, and his reflexive thought to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from being sick means that he simply lets go of the mug he's holding. it falls over the balcony and shatters somewhere below. Hanzo shifts back a half-step, not from fear, but a horror that's entirely focused inward. ]
He— [ he doesn't know what defence he was going to make. he's trying to remember what Genji said to him, down in the tunnels below the city. he speaks again, voice croaking: ] You were with Overwatch.
[ it's a question, despite the lack of inflection. ]