[ right before his eyes, he will see her deflate. how her entire body and spirit seems to wither from the force of so deep a sigh, and her free hand, the one not still beneath his, reaches up to rub at a shut eye. she is tired, that much is obvious. ]

Let's just say you are not the only man in my life who has suffered by his hands, and wish to fight him again because of it. [ at least hanzo felt compelled to do it for someone he loves, and not something as comparatively minuscule as pride.

she smiles at him, though it is a touch wry. ] At least you're an easier mountain to climb.

[ now her hand turns beneath his, palm opening up to accept his hand if he chooses to leave it there. ]

I'm sorry Genji was hurt... I wish I could have been there to help.