[The kaleidoscope twists, the colours shift, and for a moment their realignment is dazzling; each feature knits itself together, those high cheeks and proud brow and the shadows beneath his eyes. Genji's lips had always been a ruin when he knew it, but he had seen the photograph he kept in his room of two boys with full, clever mouths. Zenyatta stills, statuesque, and stares at Hanzo's face as if seeing it for the first time.
He is slow to react to Hanzo's comment, even as the name Mondatta catches in him like a thorn.]
... ah. Yes. He- was a remarkable individual. [Remarkable does not begin to cover it. But his attention is being steadily pulled back, and back...]
You are Hanzo Shimada. [Matter-of-factly stated. He has no doubts now.] Your brother is one of my students.
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He is slow to react to Hanzo's comment, even as the name Mondatta catches in him like a thorn.]
... ah. Yes. He- was a remarkable individual. [Remarkable does not begin to cover it. But his attention is being steadily pulled back, and back...]
You are Hanzo Shimada. [Matter-of-factly stated. He has no doubts now.] Your brother is one of my students.