[Hanzo means to be harsh in those words, but as though he's incapable of taking that stance against the monk, his words soften and he ends the statement with a sigh as his shoulders slump and he returns to his original position with his head rested on Zenyatta's shoulder.
His heart is heavy, and aching with something he hasn't felt in some time. It's difficult to understand, but in the back of his mind he knows exactly why its there. Physical pain to go with the emotional pain of not allowing himself to entertain the notion of saying those words back to Zenyatta. He can't. Not like this.
He's a mess, and it wouldn't mean anything from a drunk man clinging to everything that reminds him of Genji. Hanzo wouldn't want Zenyatta to ever wonder if maybe he's being used as a distraction to the loneliness he's feeling without Genji.]
I would never presume to imagine something like that. I would have thought it was impossible..
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[Hanzo means to be harsh in those words, but as though he's incapable of taking that stance against the monk, his words soften and he ends the statement with a sigh as his shoulders slump and he returns to his original position with his head rested on Zenyatta's shoulder.
His heart is heavy, and aching with something he hasn't felt in some time. It's difficult to understand, but in the back of his mind he knows exactly why its there. Physical pain to go with the emotional pain of not allowing himself to entertain the notion of saying those words back to Zenyatta. He can't. Not like this.
He's a mess, and it wouldn't mean anything from a drunk man clinging to everything that reminds him of Genji. Hanzo wouldn't want Zenyatta to ever wonder if maybe he's being used as a distraction to the loneliness he's feeling without Genji.]
I would never presume to imagine something like that. I would have thought it was impossible..