The moment Hanzo laid eyes on his newborn baby, his heart swelled with a sense of love and protection. He carefully held the infant in his arms, doing his best to support their head.

“So quiet…” Hanzo whispered softly as he continued to cradle the baby. “And so precious.”

Hanzo’s display of love was a far cry from the skillful archer and assassin he usually was. Everything was quiet at this moment, even the burdens that weighed on his shoulders. All that mattered was his child.