. . . My brother enlisted my help. I am only here to make amends with /him./ ( The glare Hanzo already donned sharpens, shooting daggers at the practically boneless cowboy. More is clearly left unsaid, but remains as such as Hanzo returns to examine the arrow in hand. )

You may go now. ( Cassidy isn't spared another glance as Hanzo dismisses him. Chestnut hues bore into the arrowhead, searching for something to alleviate the heaviness resting in his chest in the careful craftsmanship it held. )

彼はもう私にとってほとんど馴染みのない人物です。

彼はただの何ものでもない。

Ah, hello.

. . . I've been. . . well. Ahem. And yourself?

Mmm. ( Eyes darting away awkwardly, perhaps even shamefully. )

. . . Yes. Yes, I am.

Do I look like I am doing anything at this moment in time?

⠀ ✩˖*°࿐ 古いドラゴン。 ⠀

( A blank stare as he considers Cassidy's question. Genji's words echo through his thoughts, his brother pleading him to be amicable. He could do that. For Genji. Not because he missed——. ) Speak your piece.

( The words wring his heart tightly enough for him to wince. It's everything in him to mask the contortion of his face as confusion rather than the pang of sorrow the apology had brought an onslaught of. Forgiveness does not soon follow. ) . . . For?

So disrespectful.

Hm. . . 'beau.'

. . . Nothing.

I said it was nothing. Do not think so deeply into it.

It is a ridiculous word. More vowels than necessary.

Mm. I can tell, you use it often enough. Hmph.

Perhaps I did as a young fool. These days, however? I'm not so sure.

. . . What is still true?