"Magic? There is no magic here," he sneered. He wanted to use Hanzo's own condescending tone on him, the one that he had used when chastising him for daring to have fun with the shitty hand that life had dealt them - in Genji's eyes, at least. He pulled himself to his full height, slightly taller with all of his cybernetics, turning to stare at Hanzo. He didn't believe him, so he would force him to believe - or at least see. He couldn't recognise himself in the mirror with his visor off, after all, but he still moved one hand up to remove it with a soft hiss as it unclicked, pulling off of his face.
He was criss-crossed with scars - some inflicted, some from the many, many surgeries it had taken to get Genji back into working order. His lower jaw was black and synthetic after the replacement and his eyes had an unnatural, eerie glow to them - again. Cybernetics. He was more machine than human now and he wasn't sure where that put him on a scale from dead to alive to undead, just that he existed in whatever form this was.