"this is all my fault." / @koeii. misc angst. n/a.
a moment of silence from the younger brother, spent in thought. cybernetic eyes rise, training themselves on hanzo as genji struggles to bite back the remark that threatens to rise from his chest; perhaps it is. perhaps you’re right to regret it. the hate leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. one of the last things left for him, he thinks.
“it has not been a kind road for us, brother.”
care is taken in choosing his words; he’s as damaged as you, genji reminds himself. the disgrace from that night runs deep, perhaps even intravenously, like a shadow neither of them can dispel. hating him was easier. it wasn’t the right path. if hanzo was to die by his hands, nothing would be left of him, &. he would be left just as broken, as dead as he would leave hanzo.
all that would be left for him is a world to wander &. the blood on his hands.
“and I truly do not know where it will take us.” his voice is delicate, as though he believed his brother would crumble otherwise. his fingers twiddle over themselves, a sensation that he can’t feel, but it hardly stops him. it keeps him grounded before his brother, keeps him balanced &. in the present.
“perhaps it isn’t needed. uncertainty has never stopped us in the past.”
a light remark; an attempt at normalcy, nostalgia with his only family. genji’s undecided if the memory is as pleasant for his brother as it is for him.
“there is nothing more for you to regret, hanzo. no amount of regret will change the past. perhaps instead of mourning what we have lost, we should move onto making more mistakes.”
