H O L L O W

“ … my masters ?? gabe could only ever dream. ” even if only she could appreciate the comment, the jab was still more than worth it. “ hmm, perhaps ask politely. i might just listen. ” she mostly definitely wouldn’t.

Whatever had befallen him to stand his ground beside one more conflicting conviction; it isn’t remorse that lingers on from it now though, just confusion. The alien feeling of recognition sits heavily with Genji. That tightening grip startles reflexes, that he forces at bay. Distance between them is physical, and obvious, despite his answer. “ You don’t need to apologize. ”

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          Lena finds herself laughing, seeing as though trouble was never far behind from her. However, it’s like a breath of fresh air for her to know that someone cared. “Haha, I do my best…but what can you do when trouble likes to find you? It’s been a while since I last saw you.”

“if you value your existence,” ikiryo murmurs, reaching for the sword on his hip, “then you will return to your MASTERS and leave this place be.”

ikiryo is quiet for a moment as he simply observes the other, biotic eye reading what his organic could not. height, heart rate, temperature-- nothing he really wanted to know, but enough. enough for him to get an idea. 

“i trust i am not interrupting anything,” he murmurs, and moves to sit, turning his sights onto the meka. large and intimidating, and yet so very much ms. song. his mask hides the smile he tries to stifle. “i have never had a chance to see it up close.”

“Satya. Please, call me Satya”.

The respect was appreciated, yet it…felt strange. It was nothing out of the ordinary, to hear anyone in the initiative to call her with such respect. Yet, with him…it felt forced. As if something demanded him to treat her with a certain amount of respect she found hard to understand. His timid approaches, how he would lower his head while speaking. Satya was curious to understand why, yet asking would not be the best solution.

“I have been well. Busy, at times. But well”, the truth. Overwatch was not an excuse to hold her projects. “I hope your travels did you plenty of good. Any stories to share?”

“satya,” murmurs the other, his gaze softening. it feels odd on his tongue, to not address the engineer with all the respect she deserves. her knowledge, her strength, her confidence-- she is everything a person should strive to be. she is the leader they need, with kindness hidden just behind her eyes. “it is good to see you again, satya.”

zen voice: is this my son? is this what it means to be a parent? unconditional love of someone so perfect?

you are my daaaad

you’re my dad!

“i am not the man you think i am.” it’s hard for him to admit; it’s hard for him to even admit it to himself. his hand tightens around sojiro’s sword (sojiro’s, you remind yourself; it can never be yours.) he’s unsure of how to react around genji, the memories that are his but aren’t really swirling in his mind. “i apologize if that’s... disappointing.”

“i hope the past few months have treated you well, master.” he settles himself next to the omnic, resting his hands gently on his knees. a little smile twitches his lips, hidden behind his mask. “i brought genji and hanzo gifts, but i’m afraid i couldn’t find anything on my travels i thought you would enjoy. nothing that wouldn’t die on the trip.”