[ There's something to be said about this, talking about truth as they're about to set fire to a respectable hill of corpses. It seems empty at best and insulting at worst— Hanzo doesn't miss the ultimate futility of debating philosophies when they have people to turn into ash, but it's not as if they have anything better to be discussing.

He passes along whatever identification he's happened upon in the pockets of the dead, because he trusts Julius to catalog everything as neatly as anyone can manage. ]

An honorable pursuit.

[ And really, that's all any of them ever have in the end. A way to convince themselves that they did well.

Hanzo rolls his shoulders, and looks out onto the streets. ]

I will contact the team responsible for incineration. That should conclude our duties for the day, unless they ask us to do the burning ourselves.