On cold nights like these, Hanzo would stop to think if what he did was right. He knew that he was forgiven by his brother, but sometimes, he wonders if he can ever forgive himself. In the end, these thoughts would always leave the Japanese archer in silence, staring up into the dark sky from the window in his room.

The silence is interrupted by your footsteps, opening the door and peeking in. Hanzo's black eyes glance to meet you. "...Yes?" He mumbles, adjusting himself to sit comfortably on his bed.