[ There's something so familiar about him. It almost hurts. Something in the way he moves and talks, but Genji can't place it, but it makes him stop and watch the man march off.
A hand is lifted, more as a gesture than anything else, fingers curling just slightly, and his voice comes much softer than he intends. ]
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A hand is lifted, more as a gesture than anything else, fingers curling just slightly, and his voice comes much softer than he intends. ]
Bye.