[Slowly, Hanzo paces around the man in front of him; ever the wary beast, determining if the other is still a potential threat. While he notes that McCree's loosening up, Hanzo remains tense, ever prepared to leap into action as needed.
It may not happen. But he waits for that possibility.]
I suspect he must have.
It was my hand, after all, that made him what he is.
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It may not happen. But he waits for that possibility.]
I suspect he must have.
It was my hand, after all, that made him what he is.