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He stands directly under the shade of a tree located in one of the more secluded areas of the island’s ‘town’. For the past hour he has been keeping to himself, thinking about where to go from here and what he should do with his life now that he was no longer in a universe filled with the bigotry and hatred of omnic. Should he remain distant from majority of the population? Should he integrate with them and open himself up to possibly give those struggling guidance? He wasn’t sure, nor would he have the time to find out today.
A particular stance catches his attention and the immediate identification of an aura flutters to his senses, quickly causing him to question if what he was seeing was real or not. A fair expansion of footing away, he could spot the outline and physique of someone that reminded him of his home clan. At first, he almost wondered if his father had risen from the dead and had found a path here. Then he quickly realized that wasn’t his father at all and the style was something he would never wear, but someone different and closely related to him would.
“I have wondered if I would be seeing you here, Hanzo.”
