Hanzo stayed on his knees, not rising to the bait as it was offered. Years ago, he would have been tempted, he would have fought back, given Genji what he wanted. Was it the satisfaction of a fight that Genji wanted? Or was it just his death?
He had earned that death. Did not blame his brother for it. It had taken years to find that peace, to accept that death would not so easily take him while Genji was not around to dispense it. And now that was no longer a problem.
"The job should have never been completed in the first place." He knew that now. He had known that then, but he had been so blind to what was expected of him, so lost in his own selfishness it had been his downfall. Genji's downfall.
His eyes flicked to his bow, but not to pick it up, just to look. He did not flinch. "You were the last one my sword has struck. I vowed to never use it against another again, so I have not." For a man of few words, the extended explanation was more than he had expected to offer his brother.