[ he doesn't understand it either. even if someone explained it to him, it still just wouldn't make sense, how any of this can be possible, why any of it is happening. but he could hardly admit that. instead, he draws the guise of an omnic over himself like a shield, to convince himself more than anyone. like he could just smother the anger and the hurt and the residual fear lurking in the pit of his stomach, snuffing out the embers. ]

From the reconnaissance I have done, it seems as though people can come to this place from different points along a shared timeline.

[ unlike Genji does in another life, Hanzo makes no effort to compensate for his lack of facial expression. he doesn't cant his head or talk with his hands; he holds perfectly still, moving stiffly and sparingly. ]

You must be from a moment in time before the family passed their judgement on you.