Never waste a second, thought the green haired Shimada brother, as he began his dark descent into a cold slumber, clutching his right side. He moved his hand up to his face and saw a crimson fluid dripping from his fingertips. "Why brother?" he croaked to his brother standing just a few feet away from him. "I asked you for help in my time of need. I can't run the Shimada Clan by myself. Yet you refused my plea. You made me look like a fool, a failure, and a terrible leader in front of the entire clan." Spat back his brother, Hanzo. "Genji. The world is an awful place. You wouldn't last anyway."
Genji, lying on the floor looked into the sky and as his own brother turned and walked away heard the clatter of him drop his sword. Hanzo never again touched a sword, but took interest in the bow. Genji let a single tear drip down his face as he contemplated his life choices. All the things he never got to do, what he did do, and how he wished he could tell his father how much he loved him just one more time. He closed his eyes, and waited. Waited to see his father smiling at him. Then it became cold.