#bcthisatta

 he was, to say, surprised when he’d heard his mother tongue grace his ears in the distorted; almost echoing, vocals of the omnic before him. colour surprised his features for a few moments before he was feeling a sense of calm; possibly even thankful. there were not many he could converse with; mainly it was just his brother, without fear of being overheard. so it was a welcome precaution of privacy. not to mention he was, in fact, missing home as much as the mere memory of the place left a bitter taste in his mouth. he had vowed to never go back, yet he still missed it dearly.    he gives a soft nod to the omnic, a relieved sigh as he glances out towards the cool waves crashing into the rocks; the mist just barely hitting them; refreshing. there was thunder in the air; perhaps an oncoming storm, and hanzo let it settle his nerves, settle his mind as he inhaled one big breath.    “ thank you. ”