I did not expect the work load this weekend. Silly thing happened to me while I was relaxing playing Overwatch: a Tracer player on my team couldn't stop following the Hanzo, even sitting with him and protecting him. Made my heart tickle. :) Enjoy.
Healing Takes Time
Indeed
A detachment came through his being, an uplifting sense of chance ahead of him as he moved forward. Hanzo, a once dark, obscured soul now pursuing a life that is unwritten; a life he must discover the reason to harboring on his own. There was once a pathway he chose, one that brought great grief, and the sinking regret of murder upon his shoulders.
His young Sparrow, his own blood, whom he witnessed as a liability to his honor, now shines as an answer to forgiveness. But it is impossible to seek redemption when the objection to acceptance is clear. His brother, in his own eyes, is gone. There is only a whisper of him left, only in his brother's memory.
He recalls his first event as he met the doctor responsible for his brother's revival. She was perfectly comfortable standing mere feet away from a once dedicated assassin. Not one aspect of his past seemed to affect her stance. Granted, he flinched none at all from this surprising encounter, but he could feel the disrespect emitting from her tongue.
"Zer is already an opportunity for forgiveness, Hanzo,"
"That you are correct, but you must be mistaken that the man that I am will ever accept the thing you've allowed my distant brother to become,"
Her voice fluttered with humor, "Despite his physical altercations, his heart remains in ze memory of Genji, zer is no change in ze soul,"
He replied with silence, and allowed for her to make one last act of departing with a fallen paper from her palm, "Please, consider zis as a chance for forgiveness in ze right way,"
That thin, sheet of paper, engraved with a promise and a single feather, introduced him to an organization he had little devotion toward. So he carried on, isolated from the world, spending his days surviving and putting an end to those who were daring enough to risk his survival. Days became weeks, following into months, and his sight blurred from the thoughts he'd ignored since her invitation.
She had come to him not out of pity, nor out of command, but out of the will of her passion. She rescued the wounded, revived the dead, and as he now realized, protected the scarred. Her very soul understood the cries his own would never dare to release.
"Luv?"
That Doctor, with angel wings flying to those who needed her most, knew far too much about the fate of things.
"Hiya, luv! Yer eyes are so droopy! Did'ya sleep good?"
Perhaps she was cornering him into a destiny he mindlessly walked into. He refused to believe she'd know this is what redemption would boil down to, if he accepted to walk down the path she had laid out for him through an organization such as Overwatch.
"Yer lookin' at me funny... Are you okay?"
Impossible. Absolutely impossible that she could know of the future of his heart.
He smirked lazily at the worried, short-haired woman, "Amusing you are, complaining that I never look at you, and when I do, you assume I'm not feeling well,"
"Oh," her skin inflamed at the reply, and her aura transitioned from worrisome into sheepish, "Well, luv, ya just looked like somethin' smacked ya right in the face,"
She couldn't be anymore wrong.
"Indeed," he whispered, and she seemed to hear him, because her expression wrinkled with confusion.
"This is a weird mornin' for ya!" She giggled away the trouble she felt from his reply.
"Enough foolon' around, let's get out of this hole, we've got an area to secure," Jack ordered from Ana's side.
"Fine, fine!" Tracer mockingly replied, jumping up to her feet.
Ana came toward the pair, eying the archer, "You'll be watching my back out there, Hanzo, and I'll be watching yours. We need to be on the same page at all times,"
He raised a brow to her, and a glance at a glistening, puppy-eyed Tracer to his side made him sigh, "Understood,"
"Alright, am I gonna wait all day for you snails?" Jack muttered.
"No more waitin' around, sir!" Tracer perked.
With nods to each other, they set off, prepared to complete their mission.