[ that gets a full-body flinch, stronger than his steely posture. he hasn't. he hasn't apologised because there aren't adequate words for it, because there can be no forgiveness, no repentance unless Genji takes his head. that's the reasoning he has to give himself, anyway — in truth, he doesn't think he could do it. he is sorry; he knows that Genji deserves a thousand apologies and would not have to accept a single one of them.

but when Hanzo imagines kneeling down in front of Genji to apologise, he can't think of a word to say. even just trying, his entire throat closes up and something presses down on his chest so hard that his heart falters, like his own body is trying to suffocate him. he doesn't want to have to hear Genji tell him that it isn't enough. ]

That is none of your business! [ the anger is there, sharp as a blade, but his voice is strained far more with a deep anguish. ] He may have been one of your soldiers under duress, but he is my brother. Perhaps I am merely shaking with anger for the disrespect of thinking the two are equal.