[The lack of a 'why' is a nice surprise, but it's quickly curbed by what comes out of Morrison's mouth in its stead. Genji remains quiet, but his fingers curl further, threatening to put dents into the examination table. I know. How presumptuous. Commander Morrison, golden child of Overwatch, the peak of human physical capability, knows that what Genji is going through is 'hard'.
Ridiculous.]
You must tell me your secrets. I did not notice you had cybernetics.
[His tone is mild, mockingly polite, and he leans forward in the pretense of interest to push the point home. That there's no way Jack can possibly know. No one here could possibly know - Genji is one of a kind. A marvel of medical science, a would-be corpse reformed. He can feel skin he no longer possesses itching, and it's a struggle to ignore it.]
no subject
Ridiculous.]
You must tell me your secrets. I did not notice you had cybernetics.
[His tone is mild, mockingly polite, and he leans forward in the pretense of interest to push the point home. That there's no way Jack can possibly know. No one here could possibly know - Genji is one of a kind. A marvel of medical science, a would-be corpse reformed. He can feel skin he no longer possesses itching, and it's a struggle to ignore it.]