“ It is beautiful here.” The enthused Cyborg had announced abruptly, “ I could never appreciate it before.” Was what had trickled out of the helmet, the enhanced accent, blanketed in a metallic undertone had levered from him, His neon green visor had tilted towards the east, admiring the scenery that followed, Beautiful deep cliffs and rocky terrain, it was familiar to Nepal in some ways. He felt relieved to be at the watch point, it was a chance for Genji to rekindle a different, spiritual energy, then the one he emitted before- The collection of ‘Heroes’ were used to seeing a violent side, an’ unkempt grateful spirit inside that couldn’t care about anything or anyone but his hatred and anger for his brother who betrayed him. .. To rise from the ashes of that, was miraculous, not only did his Master, who he felt was genuinely proud of him for improving, but he was happy with himself. .. But there was someone else he felt he needed approval from, Nay. He *Wanted* approval from... That being none other then the infamous Gunslinger, Jesse McCree.
However, while admiring the terrain, Genji could only take in so much, from behind a glass window, albeit a long, glass, it wasn’t the same as being outdoors,what was stopping him, was the confining room where the gathering of the united heroes were submitting information into the Overwatch servers, the Shimada had just finished and now it had been Jesse’s turn. The helmet had turned, only for the corner of his eye to catch the Gunslinger and the Scientist, Winston, to be exchanging details with one another. Admittingly, it was strange seeing his colleague in vibrant colors, then the typical all black.. From Blackwatch, however, the same could have been said about Genji, He still felt a inward cringe for the way his body exposed the horrific disfigured scars that blanketed his body, His fist clenched in a semi tight grip, digging the modified gray digits into his palm, this was the first time, in a long time that they’d seen eachother. ..And Genji had only gotten glances of the other, but kept his eyes forward, fixated on the scenery. A deep, relieved sigh emitted from the Cyborg as his eyes fell shut, taking in the small exchanges from Winston and McCree, it was.. To say the least, comforting to hear a whisper of the southern drawl he had grown accustom too over the years. For now, Genji would be perched atop of some assortment of a shelf and organized books, sitting perfectly still while his eyes, obscured by the neon green luminescence, stared out the glass. He was at peace, in such a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere, to be among colleagues , it was nice. .. ..Semi quiet, for now.
