[He continues, stuck somewhere between reality and fiction as he babbles on. For someone who didn't dabble in any psychedelics in his youth, and the worst thing he puts into his body is alcohol, this is all quite an experience.]
Yes. [Eventually he hoists himself up on unsteady legs, listening to her words but not making much sense of him. Thankfully this time it's not due to being unable to understand her language. Hanzo glances over his shoulder for a glimpse of what he half-knows is just an illusion of his brother, but he's nowhere to be found. At least he's sobering up from the mosquito bite. The intoxication in the air is only likely to worsen.]
don't listen to him, he's drunk
[He continues, stuck somewhere between reality and fiction as he babbles on. For someone who didn't dabble in any psychedelics in his youth, and the worst thing he puts into his body is alcohol, this is all quite an experience.]
Yes. [Eventually he hoists himself up on unsteady legs, listening to her words but not making much sense of him. Thankfully this time it's not due to being unable to understand her language. Hanzo glances over his shoulder for a glimpse of what he half-knows is just an illusion of his brother, but he's nowhere to be found. At least he's sobering up from the mosquito bite. The intoxication in the air is only likely to worsen.]
Who are you?