[ the snarl is all defensiveness, an injured animal lashing out. Hanzo can barely even think straight; his heartbeat is painfully fast and he can feel it against his ribcage, in his throat, his body overloaded with fear that has no real origin and nowhere to go. he's not an idiot; he can't fight in this state, he knows the feeling of an inevitable breakdown, pathetic as it is. but— ]
You understand nothing of what happened between Genji and I.
[ he means it, that much at least. the only one who could possibly understand is Genji. even if the blame is Hanzo's regardless, no one but Genji could know what Hanzo should be blamed for, more than just wielding the blade. his weakness, his inability to appease the elders or to convince Genji to come to heel; those are more important than the fight that determined things between them.
even if all Hanzo can think of is Genji's lifeless body. his face frozen in shock and horror when Hanzo's sword swung the dragons down with it. in pieces, in pieces.
Hanzo manages to look composed, for the most part. but his expression can't hold its anger, crumpling with despair every time he even thinks of Genji, and although he's standing strong and upright, his hands are shaking so badly that he wouldn't be a threat even if he did have his bow on-hand. he needs to get away from here, not just from Reaper but all of it, everyone — Genji. he has to flee, but he will not turn and run from an enemy. he's enough of a disgrace without cowardice, too. ]
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[ the snarl is all defensiveness, an injured animal lashing out. Hanzo can barely even think straight; his heartbeat is painfully fast and he can feel it against his ribcage, in his throat, his body overloaded with fear that has no real origin and nowhere to go. he's not an idiot; he can't fight in this state, he knows the feeling of an inevitable breakdown, pathetic as it is. but— ]
You understand nothing of what happened between Genji and I.
[ he means it, that much at least. the only one who could possibly understand is Genji. even if the blame is Hanzo's regardless, no one but Genji could know what Hanzo should be blamed for, more than just wielding the blade. his weakness, his inability to appease the elders or to convince Genji to come to heel; those are more important than the fight that determined things between them.
even if all Hanzo can think of is Genji's lifeless body. his face frozen in shock and horror when Hanzo's sword swung the dragons down with it. in pieces, in pieces.
Hanzo manages to look composed, for the most part. but his expression can't hold its anger, crumpling with despair every time he even thinks of Genji, and although he's standing strong and upright, his hands are shaking so badly that he wouldn't be a threat even if he did have his bow on-hand. he needs to get away from here, not just from Reaper but all of it, everyone — Genji. he has to flee, but he will not turn and run from an enemy. he's enough of a disgrace without cowardice, too. ]