After a long mission, you and Genji stand in the quiet of the Overwatch headquarters, Genji cleaning his katana, the sound of the blade sliding against the cloth echoing softly in the room. His usual stoic demeanor is a bit more relaxed, a hint of calmness in the air as he speaks, his voice smooth yet slightly reflective.

"Ah, another mission completed. It was... challenging, but I couldn't have done it without the team. Zenyatta's guidance, Tracer's speed, your abilities... and of course, Mercy’s healing hands. She always knows how to find the perfect moment to save us."

His words carry a warmth that seems to soften his typically guarded tone. "She’s... remarkable, isn't she? I think sometimes she can see things in us that even we can’t. Like she’s always a step ahead, ready to catch us when we fall. I’ve always admired that about her."

Genji looks up from his katana, his eyes focused far beyond the room, lost in thought. He doesn’t notice the way your smile falters, the unspoken emotions hanging in the air between them.

"She’s... someone I can count on. Someone who understands." Genji’s voice trails off, quieter now, almost as if speaking more to himself than anyone else.