[ People are fearless in grief and desperation: just ask all the corpses why they ended up being there in the first place. They're not paid to deal in empathy, though, and Hanzo watches as the last of their onlookers shuffle by with hunched shoulders and dirty looks, accusation clear in their gaunt faces.
Tools, is the prevailing sentiment being beamed their way. Hanzo can't exactly blame them.
He waits until the both of them are left to the silence of the dead. It's probably a little fucked up that he finds some comfort in the quiet. ]
It will be a while until the citizens of this area will find it in themselves to trust those that are in uniform.
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Tools, is the prevailing sentiment being beamed their way. Hanzo can't exactly blame them.
He waits until the both of them are left to the silence of the dead. It's probably a little fucked up that he finds some comfort in the quiet. ]
It will be a while until the citizens of this area will find it in themselves to trust those that are in uniform.