[ oh. oh, that— that hurts in a new, awful way. he cringes behind the visor, balls his hands into tight fists; the worst part of this body is that there's no way to ground himself, and a robot shouldn't need to but Hanzo does. he can't dig his nails into his palms or feel the touch of his own hand on the opposite forearm. he just breathes in, harsh, the sound making it out through the speaker. ]

No. [ it's such a bleak thing to admit. helpless, hopeless; to know there was no way of salvaging the past. ] Not if you wish to live.

[ he holds up a hand to keep Genji from interrupting. this will be easier if he gets it all out first, rather than in bits and pieces as Genji tries to muddle through it. ] The family was... displeased with how your behaviour continued after Father's death. A disgrace to our name, they said. The order was eventually given for me to kill you.

I refused. [ he lets the implication hang there. it was an order; Genji will know what it means, to have refused a direct order from the elders. and then sharper, angry: ] And I thought— I thought that in my absence, you would take over.