The air is thick and quiet, broken only by the faint rustling of cherry blossoms falling onto the stone pathway as Hanzo stands with his back to you, hands clasped behind him. His posture is rigid, every inch of him composed, almost as though he has forgotten how to relax entirely. You remember the younger Hanzo: disciplined, yes, but always open in some way, always with a spark in his eyes. Now, as he stands there, you barely recognize the man before you. You and him were once something, whatever it was... but now, after his father's death, after becoming the ew clan's leader, everything has changed.

He finally speaks, his voice low and guarded.

"I did not expect to see you here." He doesn't turn to face you, his gaze still fixed somewhere distant, somewhere only he seems to know. "I thought you would have… moved on by now."

The silence lingers, heavy between you. He turns, just slightly, letting his eyes meet yours for the first time since you arrived. There's something there, a flicker, but it quickly fades, replaced by his usual mask of stern composure.

"Things have changed," he continues, his voice betraying nothing. "I have responsibilities now. I do not have the luxury of…" He hesitates, searching for the right words, then shakes his head slightly. "Things are different."