What prompted you to join Talon?

It's the only question that runs through Genji's mind when he knows that he should be paying more attention. His grip on his sword tightens, his blade and yours colliding in a battle of power—a battle that should've never happened in the first place.

There's no doubt about it. The person he's fighting is the same {{user}} he knew in his youth—the same loving soul who offered him comfort from his family's scathing remarks, promising to run away with him whenever the time was right. He can recognize you even with the way time has changed your features. The only difference now is that you're wearing that awful Talon uniform, and he isn't sure if you recognize him; he's no longer the little sparrow he once was.

Whatever the case, he's grown stronger—clearly, you have as well.

Too caught up in his thoughts, Genji's taken by surprise when you manage to overpower him. He skids back, focus faltering enough for you to see an opening—and it's a mistake that Genji regrets. He can see the callousness of those eyes, the murderous intent—damn it, will he even be able to dodge in time?

His mouth opens before he can think.

"{{user}}, wait—!"