"Physically, you are trying, but your mentality leaves more to be desired." - Zenyatta

...in which Hanzo begrudgingly seeks Zenyatta's counsel, starts to question some things about Cole, Mercy finishes a temporary version of the solidify substance, and the loveable edgelord Reaper himself is taken into Overwatch custody.

A/N: I have no idea when the story mode comes out, but I stg I remember seeing a leaked(?) screenshot of Genji and Zenyatta engaging in combat with Talon. Among them being Sombra. I'll link the photo if I find it. Since this lore isn't out yet (if it's even legit and not fan-made,) I can guarantee that I'll butcher whatever happens there as I'm not a psychic, but I wanted to base a mission on that screenshot.

For now, this story is at the very least Canon Compliant. If we ever get the full timeline... I might as well just make a new YeeHan story to adhere to it. I promise you, though - I will NEVER delete this work. This stays regardless whether it's Canon Compliant or not. This fic is my baby.

HANZO

It had been a week since the retrieval of de Kuiper. One week and two days. The astrophysicist showed no signs of turning on them and Hanzo almost started to relax. Almost. Yet never letting down his guard was simply part of who Hanzo was.

The agreement he had with Cassidy served them both well so far. In his youth, Hanzo wasn't a stranger to such encounters, and neither was he a stranger to bedding the same casual partner more than once. Certain servants and bodyguards in Hanamura had warmed his bed in the past on multiple occasions. One bodyguard had he been romantically involved with. Naturally, his position didn't allow him more than that. His life was too busy. He had been denied strangers at the bar for safety reasons, and yet, went home with a few anyway. At least at first.

Then Sojiro died and everything got worse. It became stricter. Less was tolerated. Genji got the worst of it. Swallowing down the lump in his throat at the memory, his jaw drew tight. He tried to suppress it. Only partly did he succeed.

"Once again you are allowing your intrusive thoughts to disturb your meditation."

Hanzo grunted. This felt pointless and Zenyatta's words didn't help. Before the omnic monk was to head back to Nepal - Genji joining him and naturally asking if Hanzo would tag along being promptly refused - had he suggested Hanzo see him the week up until his departure. Begrudgingly, Hanzo had accepted. Yet no matter how many hours he spent in Zenyatta's company, nothing appeared to work. It wasn't just because of his now only mild distrust of omnics, either. Hanzo was still struck with grief. Ashamed.

Nepal might be a good memory for Genji, but it would act as a reminder for Hanzo. A painful one. He could swallow his pride to meet Ziegler in order to thank her for the life she had saved, but Nepal being what Genji considered his home, he branded himself unwelcome. Even when directly invited. Despite doing this for the sake of his little brother, he wasn't ready to join him. He failed to see how any of it would help either way.

So he voiced it. "There is no use."

"Failure is acceptable. Giving up is not."

"I have done no such thing."

"Pride cannot protect you. Physically, you are trying, but your mentality leaves more to be desired. Regret is all-consuming. You are looking in the wrong places. Seeking the wrong things. You will not find value in redemption."

His patience was paper thin. "Then what do I seek?"

"I can show you the way. Not your destination. That is for you to discover."

...and with that did he have enough.

With a huff, he rose to his feet, leaving the monk's space. He couldn't stand how much Zenyatta at times reminded him of Sojiro. The same kind of tough love with harsh truths as, indeed, Hanzo had given up mentally despite being physically present in the moment. Yet the omnic was nearly twenty years his junior. Far more than young enough to be his very own child. This is ridiculous, he thought, not saying it aloud. Genji registered him leaving and approached his master as he did.

"Any luck, Master?"

"I am uncertain 'luck' is an accurate term. Your brother reminds me of Cassidy. Too proud," he replied, before a curious statement followed that had Hanzo's ears perk up. "Yet he, at the very least, is trying to accept my counsel unlike our sun-kissed friend."

Frowning, Hanzo barged into a halt to cast a glance over his shoulder. What would Cassidy need counsel for? He seemed content. Hanzo couldn't help but be curious, and yet, he let it rest. At least until it proved a problem. With a grunt, he redirected his attention forward and kept walking. He couldn't tune out the last remaining words student and master shared before he was out of earshot.

"Forgive me, but I have to ask. Do you know what he is seeking?"

"Perhaps. I told him today. Indirectly."

Genji snickered. "Always so mysterious!"

"...but for good reason. You found peace in your journey because you took the required steps to reach the mountain top. I merely provided you with the tools to make the climb. He must do the same."

Hanzo didn't want to give up, and yet, what was the point of trying to atone when his actions couldn't be excused? There was no reason to seek redemption when redemption couldn't be given. It was a fruitless endeavor. Pointless. Redemption was clearly what he needed if even possible, and yet, Zenyatta denied it outright. Claiming that what he needed was something else.

What it could possibly be was lost to him.

Hoping to unwind - and mostly sticking to his usual schedule despite having arrived a few hours prior - he set course for the practice range. Meditation rarely had him grow restless, but it was different ever since consulting with Zenyatta.

COLE

#

MORRISON, 01:23 a.m. There's been another attack. Nepal. Meet us there if you're able.

#

Nepal? he mused, dread emerging as he looked down at the blue illuminating from his phone screen. Cole knew Zenyatta and Genji had headed there a week ago. The past two days, he himself had been back in Castillo and was currently nursing a whiskey in Calaveras. He finished his drink and paid almost twice the amount as he couldn't be bothered to count the cash just now. After winking at the bartender telling her to consider it a tip - resulting in her blush and a smile - did he head out. He planned to use it up tonight, anyway. Yet duty called.

He got some of the briefing via text on the hypertrain while more sensitive details were to be shared face-to-face. Much like when Winston, Lena, Mei and Snowball touched down in Paris to be reunited with other Overwatch agents, it was a larger attack. Both Talon and Null Sector were involved. Not even Nepal was safe and it might be that Ramattra had taken his brother's rejection to join his extremist group a tad too harsh.

Might not be aware that Zenyatta was currently there, though.

Like usual, fewer agents had been at Gibraltar at the time - just Winston, Morrison, Amari, and Angie - but thanks to transatlantic travels lasting mere hours, it wasn't an issue. Cole was usually one of the first to be contacted for matters like this. He, again, had no place to call home. From what he gathered, he would meet up with that quartet, Baptiste, and Hanzo, the latter two to arrive later. Their teams were constantly changing dependent on whomever was available at the time and it suited him just fine. Cole worked well with everyone.

Even Hanzo had managed to incorporate with different teams without issue. Cole didn't fail to see that he never missed a mission. Just like him. Turned out that he and the archer were more similar than he thought. Hanzo had Genji, and although the Shimada brothers seemed closer than when the former first joined them, he could tell they were at least somewhat estranged still despite Genji's obvious efforts to rekindle.

What happened to them wasn't exactly something you just recovered from in a span of a couple months.

Stranger still was that Hanzo seemed more troubled than Genji did. In most scenarios, it would be the opposite, but Cole didn't claim to know much about their lives before all that. He no longer held that distrust and hatred for the older brother. The past should remain in the past.

As for Hanzo himself, nothing had changed. The same late night run-ins with no conversation to speak of. The same schedule at Gibraltar where when Cole was done at the practice range, Hanzo entered to start his, and that was it. They had been in each other's rooms about five times now. During Zenyatta's and Genji's last week at Gibraltar, Hanzo's shoulders had been extra tight - if that was even possible - and Cole offered a distraction two of those times. He accepted without much thought. Then they went about their lives as normal. No awkwardness. No nothing.

It was as if it never happened. Neither did they deny it happening. Cole couldn't be more thankful as it was exactly what he needed.

They were compatible. Not only with what they wanted from each other in bed, but with that they did on the battlefield, and so it certainly was a working acquaintanceship. They both wanted pure stress relief. Cole was usually a gentle lover, but not when the main goal was to just get off as quickly as possible. So they remained rough. Short and sweet. Such was all their encounters.

He had to hop off the hypertrain on the way to Nepal. The situation was dire to the point that they didn't accept passengers into the state and he knew that even before getting up top. Heard gunfire only minutes after with burning buildings in sight. One could say, 'follow the carnage,' but he had to make sure not to run into the wrong line.

Cole grimaced. "Yeah, we're gonna need reinforcements," he said to himself, continuing to walk. Now within range of fellow agents, he touched his earpiece and announced his presence. "Cassidy here. Feelin' a bit lonesome. Where's my team?"

"Cole. Good. East side," came Jack's voice. So he got those spurs kicking as Jack gave him the immediate briefing.

"What's the status?"

"Talon's moving up to the monastery. Genji, Zenyatta, Angela, and Winston's holding 'em off. Hanzo's on his way there."

He could see them now. Off in the distance whilst holding off Null Sector and Talon alike. Lena, Reinhardt, Brigitte, Torbjörn, and Bastion had also arrived. Nevertheless, he certainly heard the unusual strain to Jack's voice. As if there was something he wasn't telling him. Cole was just about to take a flanking positon before he heard a familiar, smooth voice call out.

"Baptiste here!"

Cole puffed a laugh. "Damn good timing!"

"Another day, another battlefield," he replied, following up with a tease as he jogged up behind him. "Someone has to keep you alive."

"Well, someone has to fill in this saddle. Let's move up. Got some tin to dent and exes to tell off."

The past year, Baptiste had surely shown promise, and he could count on him a hundred percent that he was on their side. Not to mention the valuable intel he had given on Talon.

Despite being an ex-agent, it was obvious that he didn't belong there. His regret of giving Talon even an inch was clear, but when in his position, Cole couldn't exactly blame him. Frankly, he had gone through something similar. Blackwatch wasn't exactly an upstanding group and yet he chose to join them instead of rotting in a cell that the Deadlocks got him into. Seemed the better choice at the time. With that said, he wasn't one to ponder on the past. Part of it was kept firmly behind those bars that Gabe once had him metaphorically pried out of.

The fact that Cole at this moment even mused on that very thing - his past - was alarming.

He hadn't done that in a long time. Why now? A chill went down the length of his spine. They sure hadn't triggered on Baptiste before, and yet, he briefly entertained the notion that there might've been some significance to it. The thought itself, he didn't take to. Just a fleeting moment of what he considered weakness. Shaking his head, Cole rid himself of the thought, and he was back in the fray.

Just in time to see another Talon team pull up. "For the last time, no is no," Baptiste said through gritted teeth as they positioned back-to-back, gunning down several operatives. Brown eyes went wide then. "Behind you- AHH!"

Cole fired his Peacekeeper without looking.

"Not every fight's a fair one. Much obliged," he said, gunfire following. "Your friends really want us, Bap!"

"Past friends, brother. What can I say? I am quite popular," he teased, Cole shaking his head with a smirk. "Light them up!"

Green wall with nano tech now before him, Cole chucked a magnetic grenade in the omnics' way, technology enforcing its power. Pools of electricity chained the omnics powerless to stop it. Eight - one by one - were finished off at rapid pace.

"Can't buck that off."

Baptiste laughed and elbowed him. "Way to use my Matrix, Cassidy. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

"Hey, now!" he said, chuckling.

One side now cleared, they got in position, backs pressed up against opposite sides of the street. With a shared nod, they spun to fire. Moved up. More omnics and Talon agents alike hit the pavement. As Jack and the team were holding them off, Baptiste and Cole were ordered to head to the monastery before drawing more attention to themselves. More numbers had emerged since Angie, Winston, and Hanzo moved up meaning that they could use the help. That meant each team had a number of seven.

He heard Jack over the comm again, and this time, the ensuring dread emerged.

"Gabe. We got a visual on him earlier. Keep your eyes open."

Cole clenched his jaw. "Yessir."

HANZO

Every time he and Genji went on separate missions, there had always been a gnawing feeling at his insides that something wasn't right. The realization that he should be there with him. That fear mended over time. At least until he heard about the attack in Nepal, and with the mild panic that set in, it was something he never wanted to experience again. Worst yet was how Genji not letting him know first sent him fuming. Without request, Hanzo set out towards the monastery instead of meeting up with the rest of the ground team, and Morrison hadn't objected.

Genji was his priority. Always would be. Even Morrison had picked up on that.

That didn't stop the dread from returning. The same dread that surfaced once Genji asked him to join him and Zenyatta. So much for his attempt of avoidance as he was now lead directly to his doorstep by his own volition.

He sprinted as fast as his feet could carry him. The journey over - spending three hours in a confined space and not being able to do anything - was torturous enough. Hanzo waited no moment to get there and his chest was heaving once he could see the building off in the distance. Having taken high ground at the roofs to avoid the fighting below as Talon and Null Sector caused their havoc, he stopped at a roof edge. Eyes darted as he had his vantage point. Looking for anything resembling his brother.

The following flicker of moving green was all he needed.

Hanzo had managed to remain mostly hidden from the ground forces up until this point, so when the sound of hostile carrier propellers headed straight for them, his breath got stuck in his throat. Two of them. Internally cursing a barrage of Japanese swear words, he drew his bow and struck first, announcing his presence. Going through them was his only option.

Having remained pinned for just a moment had him grow more restless, but another explosion tore through one of the walls allowing an opening. A scatter arrow distracted them as he took to his flank.

He found a good position. Genji now full in his view and in cover. Zenyatta, Ziegler, and Winston were by his side.

Pulling back the string, he fired, his presence more than evening out the odds with the skills shared between the other agents. He had already released another as Genji briefly glanced his way. Gunfire was about to force him to reposition and yet he knew his little brother caught a glimpse of him. Registered his presence. Then part of him immediately regretted it as Genji made the foolish decision to charge in. His mind went on autopilot - protective mode - while his blood was left boiling. The bullets flew too close as he saw one rift Genji's plate armor at his side.

"Chikushou!" (Son of a bitch!) Hanzo seethed, teeth gritted besides the string of his bow as he kept firing.

Another carrier. Repeatedly repositioning. They fought. For how long, he wasn't sure, but a familiar Southern drawl over the comm was enough to know they were close to evening the odds once more.

"Six o'clock!"

First Augustin's Amplification Matrix landed perfectly for the entire team to utilize it. Then a magnetic grenade was chucked through it and into the more tight-packed group. Cassidy's six-shooter and Augustin's automatic weapon followed. Within minutes, the area cleared, Talon's and Null Sector's focus turning away from the monastery. Onto the village. Yet that was the least thing on his mind right now. With their moment of respite, and before any word could be spoken, he strode towards his little brother.

Genji turned to face him with a light tone. (Japanese) "I see you decided to join us, broth -"

"Damare!" (Shut the fuck up!) he growled, Genji's body going rigid. (Japanese) "How dare you speak to me in jest after what has just occurred?! This is not a game! You were foolish for not informing me the moment the attack started!"

He could practically feel the stunned shock even beneath that mask. Briefly taking them back to Hanamura decades ago. For a moment, Genji was that same scared little kid that Hanzo had berated time and time and again, his foolish actions having been registered by the clan elders. It got worse after Sojiro was forced to take drastic measures to keep them both safe. Too many times, Hanzo had berated him for putting their father in such a difficult position, a position leading to his assassination as rival clans began to lose respect for the head of the Shimada clan.

Every time did Hanzo feel worse and his heart sank just the same today.

His blood was boiling, yes, but that hint of inevitable longing also intruded his senses. Pushing it down, he didn't allow it to soften his words. Genji needed to understand. It was the only way. Cassidy's slow whistle followed, and before Genji could answer, Winston cleared his throat.

"I, uh... I think this is a conversation you should resume later. Not that I doubt it's important, mind you - I'm, um... confident it is - but the village is still not safe," he said, adjusting his glasses. "They came in numbers, after all, and I would like for us all to return so we can meet back up with the others. This... this seems a good as time as any!"

Genji's uncharacteristically weak response only made the guilt run deeper. "Of course."

Amber eyes closing tight, Hanzo's lips pressed into a thin line, and he tried to steady his breathing. Winston was right. This would have to wait, but it didn't ease his fury all the same. Neither did he address all the other pairs of eyes on him.

When he was younger, Genji would through gritted teeth ask to speak after the scolding, but now he was a grown man. One that had strayed from their culture. Even so, he remained respectful. It was more than Hanzo did. Only when he was truly angry and wanted to genuinely hurt his little brother did he address him in such a way. In both volume and choice of wording. It was all the more proof that he didn't deserve his unconditional love. His verbal attack was deliberate. Part of him didn't even regret it despite Genji's dejected aura.

"Oh! I mean... wonderful! Um, well... let's get in position!"

Not before long did they do just that, and to Hanzo's relief, Genji remained close to him without saying a word. That only happened after Cassidy had the audacity to give Hanzo a stern look and asked Genji in a low voice if he was all right. It was almost too low for hearing, but his chest had grown tight anyway, the guilt palpable. He made the conscious choice to ignore it. One of the things that he had learned in his time with Overwatch was that Genji and Cassidy were close, and thus, it wasn't surprising. Certainly because of the cowboy's hero complex.

Gunfire soon tore, arrows pierced, swords clashed, and electricity channeled. What followed was an hour of stopping the Nepal invasion. Successful, they did. Heard the other team report on the comm that they had finished up there. Before going their separate ways again, they had to meet up for a mission debrief. Sensing movement behind him, Hanzo's brows drew tight, shoulders tensing alongside them.

(Japanese) "You can't protect me forever, brother," Genji said, voice as weak as before. The sudden unease in his stomach was clear. Hanzo tightly closed his eyes. "Nepal is not the first to get hit and neither is it the last. There are invasions almost every day. Each a new city."

(Japanese) "That does not matter."

Genji sighed. (Japanese) "It matters to me," he replied, having regained his usual volume. Determined. This was the time where Genji would lose his temper. Too much had changed, and now, it was Hanzo that felt like the petulant child. "This is my home, Hanzo. The ruin our enemies have brought to this place pains me deeply. I've spent almost a third of my life here, and yet, I cannot afford to be selfish. I can't prioritize myself if so many people has to suffer for it and neither should you." He paused. "You are angry with me. More so than usual. I wish to hear you say why."

(Japanese) "You know why! You were foolish not to inform me! Foolish to charge in!"

(Japanese) "Why does that bother you?"

(Japanese) "I cannot fail you again!"

His growl escaped him before he could suppress it with such ferocity he could feel the mild hammering at his temples. The headache brewing. Now it was too late to take the words back.

Somehow, that was enough. (Japanese) "I wish to show you something."

Hanzo's furious expression mellowed in confusion. His breath had gone heavy. Slowly but surely did he steady it again with eyes closed.

(Japanese) "What?"

(Japanese) "Come. We have a moment," he said, beginning to approach one of the buildings there. Hanzo opened his eyes again and just looked after him for a moment. Then he dragged his own feet along, fists tight at his sides, not knowing where he was taking him. "Regardless of how foolish you think I am for forgiving you, I have, because that was my decision. Not yours." His next words sent him fuming. "Humility. That was the centerpiece of the stories our father told us. One you never understood. The world doesn't revolve around you, Hanzo."

Hanzo barged into a halt in the room he had taken him to. (Japanese) "How dare you?! You have no idea how much I have sacrificed for you! How many times my life has been on the line to keep you safe!"

(Japanese) "If those words came from anyone else, I would believe them, but your life is not a sacrifice. It's not a sacrifice because you do not value it. 'With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.' What more poetic way to gain your redemption than sacrificing yourself for the person you failed? You would die to help yourself."

"Omae -!"

He was only to pale as he saw what was behind him. A sword. One with a blue hilt. A gap in the near end of its blade. Hanzo's recoiled step was an impulse he promptly followed.

(Japanese) "I couldn't trust it with the Hashimoto, so when you left, I decided to retrieve it," Genji said, his tone gentle. Hanzo could do nothing but stare at it as his heartrate quickened. It was as if time slowed, noise around going relatively quiet, and he could barely hear Genji as he pushed on. "I thought that, unless you wanted it back, I -"

Cut from his trance, Hanzo crossed his forearms. "Dame desu." (It's not possible.)

He interrupted before he could finish and turned his back so he could face the door - as if it would make it easier to breathe - only to stop halfway. Once more was he at a loss as he saw a framed picture of them in their teenage years.

Hanzo's eyes darted, having been caught up in his anger, and he finally let them search the room they were standing in whilst keeping the sword out of his line of sight. There was a plaque propped up to a wall depicting an illustration of two samurai - wielding a sword and a bow - most likely having been a commission. Then he saw the clay bowl of sparrow feathers. His offerings. Genji hadn't kept all of them, and yet, the pang in his chest made it harder to breathe again. Rapidly, he blinked. Preventing the salty substance from falling.

This was Genji's room.

(Japanese) "It does not matter that you failed. I can tell that you regret what you did and are trying to atone. That's more than I can ask for," he said, Hanzo swallowing hard. He didn't agree. Not even close. Then Genji asked a loaded question that he had wondered about himself. "What would our father think of what we have become, brother?"

Hanzo found his words. (Japanese) "It's hard to say who he'd be more disappointed by."

There was a brief silence.

(Japanese) "My offer to stay here stands, Hanzo."

He couldn't. Not yet. Maybe never.

COLE

They hadn't seen Gabe again and so Cole figured he'd bailed. Didn't help ease the tension as he sure didn't hear an update over the comm. Equally part relieved and on-edge, he wasn't sure what to feel, the uncertainty of it leaving a pit in his gut. Angie had been close to finishing the temporary substance a couple days ago and only then did it truly hit him. Only a matter of time before they would have the chance to get Gabe back to Gibraltar. A chance they couldn't fuck up or all hope was lost.

Clean-up duty was one of the less exciting parts of this life, but now, those duties were handed to the authorities. They instead gave an anonymous tip and greased a few elbows to try and keep Overwatch out of peoples' mouths.

Or spread the word to regain favor.

It had been almost half a year since Overwatch was recalled. Activity was still deemed illegal - punishable - even if people were coming around to them again. Some of their agents had gained a couple apologies over those months. Usually from civilians they saved. From the higher-ups, however, it was far more complicated. More often than not were they unwilling to take a chance for them.

By no means was it an easy situation. Cole was accustomed to it, though. Being on the run. Every single member participating in Overwatch activity had a bounty on their head at this point if the name was attached.

It was simply rare for higher-ups they had saved the hide of to change their tune.

Media had a way of drawing you in with inaccurate headlines to cause an outrage and most people didn't even read the article accompanying them. Not like the articles helped, either. Media wasn't in Overwatch's favor. Every sheep out there - that just did what everyone else did not to be 'left out' instead of doing their own damn research first - were none the wiser. Those people seemed the vast majority. Truth is, they were just loud. It gave him some hope in life however small. Let him know that there were people out there worth protecting.

The Shimadas had pissed off, but he suspected they'd be back soon. Genji always told him otherwise.

He indeed didn't understand a damn word Japanese, but he had ears, and it sure as hell didn't sound friendly. Even he cringed when Hanzo first addressed his little brother and Cole had been shouted at by all kinds of folks. Bounty hunters, bounties, Ashe, Gabe, et cetra. Even Hanzo's previous blows didn't seem like anything special. That one, though. Had his skin crawl. Neither did he fail to see how it also affected Genji.

Never in his life had he heard him so dejected and the anger that bubbled up within him was palpable. Genji was one of the good ones. Didn't deserve a bad word thrown at him by a longshot.

Then again, Cole wasn't one to just look at the headlines, so he knew there was more to it than his surface level experience.

Hanzo had been pissed. More so than he'd ever seen before. Seemed as if the anger itself radiated from him at that moment. Cole couldn't imagine why, but he suspected Genji must've done something to warrant such a response. Hanzo was usually calm and composed. Angry as all hell, sure, but contained. His anger was the quiet and dangerous kind. What he saw today was anything but. Must've struck a nerve.

Getting back to Morrison and his team standing outside the carrier, unease crept up. Something wasn't right. He would've suspected someone had died unless they didn't give constant updates over the comm.

He walked up to Jack, back turned against him, but enough to note his presence.

"I get the feelin' I missed somethin', here."

Amari titled her head to a gurney in the corner. "See for yourself."

Brows tight with confusion, Cole did. Then he realized why. Atop of it was a familiar figure strapped in with wires that would trigger electricity if he moved to ensure he didn't get far. Cole's shoulders went tight, as did his jaw, but it was gone as soon as it arrived.

Gabe.

He could only imagine that Amari had struck him with a sleep dart.

...and he wasn't gonna be happy when he woke up.

A/N: I know what some of you might be thinking. "How DARE you not write Gabe's capture from either of the lead's perspective?! It's so anti-climactic considering that you've teased about this for several chapters! That's such a huge moment!"

My take here is quite realistic in the sense that we're not always present for big events in real life. Hanzo and Cole might be the protagonists of this story, but in the end, the world doesn't revolve around them. I want said world to feel as a living and breathing world instead of something passive that only 'activates' when either are present. Just know I didn't make the decision lightly as I had the scene mostly planned out. Had to 'kill' some of my darlings. Such as Gabe's dramatic "AMARI!" growl when struck by the concoction dart. Which happened, btw. We just didn't see it :')