@omnicmcnk replied to your post:
“How interesting”, Zenyatta remembered fondly: “Genji told me the same thing, once”.
“it is not the same!” how long had it been since he’d raised his voice? since long before the elders had sank their claws in him. he was to be obedient and quiet; nothing more. still, his eyes were dark, wild with anger and-- perhaps even a hint of fear. “my brother was an innocent among our clan. he did not deserve what happened to him. we are nothing alike.”
















