[Even years later, the biting guilt associated with the Shimada brothers' tragedy had yet to really fade away. Kaze was practically bred for their protection, was meant to guide the next generation of the Shimada empire to success.
Instead, he only bore witness to its downfall.
Was it any wonder, then, that he chose to heap the blame onto himself? He was, after all, a companion to both brothers. If anyone could have seen the signs of contention, it should have been him.
He has struggled under the weight of that guilt and lack of purpose for years, only finding solace in the Overwatch recruitment. And wouldn't you know it, within its confines lay the very embodiments of his duty and failure.
Hanzo was recognizable immediately. He was more silent, more somber than before, but Kaze still saw the traits suited to the first son of the Shimada clan. Genji was another story.
His body had been covered with sleek cyborg metal, but that wasn't the most jarring transformation of the younger Shimada brother. Looking at him now, Kaze could hardly believe it was the same youthful hedonist that seemed to only find pleasure in the physical. That same part of him was unsure if he was impressed or saddened by the change.
Perhaps it's this uncertainty at Genji's new demeanor that spurs Kaze to approach him, a small, rectangular box under his arm.]
Master Genji, if I may? [Upright and formal as always, even though the ranks of Overwatch left them nearly equals. Even now he is the picture of submission, eyes demure and downcast and body tense as if struggling against the urge to fall into a bow.]
Gimme Genji idk 4-16ish??? There'll probably be angst tho
Kaze was practically bred for their protection, was meant to guide the next generation of the Shimada empire to success.
Instead, he only bore witness to its downfall.
Was it any wonder, then, that he chose to heap the blame onto himself? He was, after all, a companion to both brothers. If anyone could have seen the signs of contention, it should have been him.
He has struggled under the weight of that guilt and lack of purpose for years, only finding solace in the Overwatch recruitment. And wouldn't you know it, within its confines lay the very embodiments of his duty and failure.
Hanzo was recognizable immediately. He was more silent, more somber than before, but Kaze still saw the traits suited to the first son of the Shimada clan. Genji was another story.
His body had been covered with sleek cyborg metal, but that wasn't the most jarring transformation of the younger Shimada brother. Looking at him now, Kaze could hardly believe it was the same youthful hedonist that seemed to only find pleasure in the physical. That same part of him was unsure if he was impressed or saddened by the change.
Perhaps it's this uncertainty at Genji's new demeanor that spurs Kaze to approach him, a small, rectangular box under his arm.]
Master Genji, if I may? [Upright and formal as always, even though the ranks of Overwatch left them nearly equals. Even now he is the picture of submission, eyes demure and downcast and body tense as if struggling against the urge to fall into a bow.]
I truly hope I am not imposing...