[But he had waited a long time to exact it. He spent years in Blackwatch and then Overwatch before he returned to Hanamura and slew what used to be his clan. His family.
And it took him over a decade to confront Hanzo, his brother, who had been the one to murder him in the first place.
He'd told himself that he couldn't go after them until he had fully trained with his new cybernetics, he didn't want to have any complications. Kill every single member of the crime family he'd been born into, and then leave no trace. Because he was a ninja, he felt nothing.
It was actually Hanzo that had complicated things, returning every year on the same day to honor Genji, kneeling in front of the sword he'd used to end Genji's life. Or so Hanzo firmly believed, having no idea that Genji was still alive.
He claimed to have forgiven Hanzo, but he hadn't. He couldn't. Yet even the thought of killing Hanzo, of actually returning and dismembering him the way he had to his own brother, made Genji physically ill. He would never be able to strike him down.
The truth was that he was so reserved and quiet not because he felt nothing. But because he felt everything.]
And I have had it. But once acquired I am still alive, and time continues to flow forward. There is no stopping it. And death is easy, anyone can become dead. Living is the true challenge.
I aim to please
[But he had waited a long time to exact it. He spent years in Blackwatch and then Overwatch before he returned to Hanamura and slew what used to be his clan. His family.
And it took him over a decade to confront Hanzo, his brother, who had been the one to murder him in the first place.
He'd told himself that he couldn't go after them until he had fully trained with his new cybernetics, he didn't want to have any complications. Kill every single member of the crime family he'd been born into, and then leave no trace. Because he was a ninja, he felt nothing.
It was actually Hanzo that had complicated things, returning every year on the same day to honor Genji, kneeling in front of the sword he'd used to end Genji's life. Or so Hanzo firmly believed, having no idea that Genji was still alive.
He claimed to have forgiven Hanzo, but he hadn't. He couldn't. Yet even the thought of killing Hanzo, of actually returning and dismembering him the way he had to his own brother, made Genji physically ill. He would never be able to strike him down.
The truth was that he was so reserved and quiet not because he felt nothing. But because he felt everything.]
And I have had it. But once acquired I am still alive, and time continues to flow forward. There is no stopping it. And death is easy, anyone can become dead. Living is the true challenge.