hanzo was in shock, disbelief. more than anything, surprised, but also, he felt as if something he had always known had been...confirmed. had he not already been numbly accustomed to the sight of blood, the coppery scent and the soul chilling crack of broken bones and last breaths he would have felt nauseous, perhaps. disgusted or appalled, but hanzo was a man with blood stained hands, just as the omnic was a few meters away from him.
they were both killers, but that surprised hanzo given how much he had heard of the shambali’s pacifist tendencies. the calm omnic of tranquillity seemed so far from the omnic in front of him; bathed in a chilling red light, blood dripping from those metallic fingers which glinted in the light of the moon. it was almost picturesque in how hanzo’s suspicions - never trust anyone - had been proven true.
to think his brother had....trusted this deceiver. it was apauling, and hanzo had half the mind to warn his brother immediately. but at the same time, it was almost like he was no better. he had been the deciever before, he was no better a person. but he still felt that protective urge, that need to warn and possess and keep away, perhaps it was the dragons within his self, fearing for their own kin.
“ i thought you were not one for violence, omnic.” he breaks the chilled silence, tongue bathed in acid as he spits out the words towards the other, shining in the light, bathed in blood and treachery. a lier and a deceiver could not be trusted. he knew this well enough.
@disharmcnic
