Genji hesitated at that. Still on guard, despite Hanzo not attacking yet, but - should he tell him the name of the person who was about to kill him? Hanzo wouldn't believe him, he was... relatively sure. Life wasn't like their stories. The Dragon of the North Wind came back, but humans were not dragons and dragons no longer existed, although their companions made him think that there could be some truth to the story. It was one of the things he had thought on a lot as a child, whether or not dragons had actually existed as they did in the story, whether or not he and Hanzo were truly the two brothers reincarnated and doomed to be locked in an eternal cycle of death and renewal.
"You don't recognise me?" he flexed his fingers on the handle of the sword, almost laughing at his own words. Who would recognise him? His own mother would have never recognised him as this... abomination. "Do you even remember your brother? What you did to him?" he lifted his head to stare directly into Hanzo's eyes, his own narrowing. "How you murdered him?"