[ genji has less to compare himself to - but he catches echoes of sojiro in things he says or does. certainly, his tendency to hold a grudge, something he still actively works on unlearning, is one of them.
he takes off the faceplate once hanzo looks down and sets it aside, lifting the tea to take a sip and close his eyes. in part it's to savor it; in part it's because he's sure there's to be a furtive look or two, and he doesn't know if he himself can handle what reaction he sees, now that they are outside of the heat of battle.
the silence is damning enough. ]
... They do not hurt.
[ it's abrupt in the quiet that's fallen over them, but it seems like something he should assure hanzo, opening his eyes to watch his brother through the steam of the tea.
the scars on his face are indeed older, striking still. they cut through the light fuzz on his cheeks and jaw that he's allowed to grow. ]
the drunk embarrassment and the pain
he takes off the faceplate once hanzo looks down and sets it aside, lifting the tea to take a sip and close his eyes. in part it's to savor it; in part it's because he's sure there's to be a furtive look or two, and he doesn't know if he himself can handle what reaction he sees, now that they are outside of the heat of battle.
the silence is damning enough. ]
... They do not hurt.
[ it's abrupt in the quiet that's fallen over them, but it seems like something he should assure hanzo, opening his eyes to watch his brother through the steam of the tea.
the scars on his face are indeed older, striking still. they cut through the light fuzz on his cheeks and jaw that he's allowed to grow. ]