GRYFFINDOR: “I will not make any deals with you. I’ve resigned. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! My life is my own!” -George Markstein + David Tomblin (Number 6: The Prisoner: The Arrival)
There were many ways to keep himself busy. Genji would deny that all of them contributed to his general lack of spending time in Hanzo’s vicinity. Ever since he’d brought his brother to Overwatch, where he was reluctantly enfolded into their ranks (on probation, or something of that ilk), Genji had found reason after reason not to spend time with him. Training, missions, briefing, debriefing…everything seemed better than being trapped in a room with Hanzo.
It wasn’t cowardice…or was it?
He couldn’t face him. It wasn’t just about the fact that he knew Hanzo was only here because of him. Or maybe it was.
The entire problem was complicated because Genji didn’t want to think about it. So he left Hanzo to settle into an organization he didn’t want to join, surrounded by people he didn’t want to know.
It wasn’t his best move, far from it.
It was cowardice the only option to cope with Hanzo’s presence. He was so close, and yet they felt as far apart as when his elder brother believed him dead.