"It is agonizing. I can still feel them." Well that wasn't entirely true. What he could feel was his hand. His actual, original hand that was probably still on the floor of the temple on the Shimada estate back in Hananura. Along with his legs.
"It is the third time I have broken it." He closes his hand around the pieces pulling back as Jack recovers and comes forward again. Of course he'd be horrified that his new robotic recruit wasn't performing up to snuff, he was probably going to trade Genji in for a new one that wasn't defective. "It was not intentional."
More than a little defensive, as if Jack was about to tell him he's wasting company funds.
Eyes narrowing, his frown is mostly obscured by the helmet. "It is nothing. I will deal with it and I do not need to go to the infirmary."
"Third time?" Jack's brow shoots up in disbelief. He's not thinking about the money. Jack, for all that he's the all-powerful commander of Overwatch, actually doesn't give a fuck about how much money they do or don't spend. That's for the accountants to worry about.
You can't put a price on freedom, or the brave few who risk their lives to keep it.
His jaw works. His own hand aching in sympathy as he clenches his fingers into an overly tight fist, nails cutting into his palm. The wounds will heal in a matter of minutes. Jack has the privilege of designer genetics. Genji doesn't even have the privilege of his own limbs.
"That's completely unacceptable, and it's not nothing." His eyes scan Genji's eyes, and for a moment the the younger Hanamura looks so young, it makes Jack question his own judgment in recruiting him.
But where else would Genji go? Angela seemed to think it was for the best, and Jack didn't question her.
"You're a member of this team, Genji, and entitled to the same standard of care. We don't operate out of a state of the art facility, with the best scientists, doctors, and soldiers, in the world for nothing. People are relying on us to stay strong." Jack doesn't reach out to grab him, they aren't that familiar with each other, yet, but he offers his hand.
"C'mon. Let's get you patched up. You being in rough shape looks bad on me. Can't have that, right? Gotta keep this squeaky-clean image or they won't give us the big dollars." Maybe Jack's playing a little dirty, but it's for a good cause.
"I sometimes cannot feel where my hand is and then do not put it precisely where I want." Still on the defensive, explaining his actions because he is not at fault for this injury. What Jack is saying makes sense, and on some level he realizes it's stupid to sit in the dark and try to fix his hand with a tiny screwdriver when there's a multi-million dollar hospital and lab at their disposal. But he hasn't been here that long and isn't sure what will be the final straw to get him kicked out or dumped back in Hanamura where his brother will finish the job he started.
Jack extends his hand and Genji stares at it as if he'd just offered him a jar full of tarantulas. He doesn't take it. But he does seem to acquiesce and turn to head out of the hanger.
"I do not mean to reflect poorly on you." and he means it. They'd taken him in, given him a purpose and an outlet to channel his rage and bitterness in a somewhat productive way that isn't him going on a self destructive murderous rampage. Yet still he brings dishonor. Like always.
"Sounds frustrating." Jack can imagine, but he can't empathize. Not really. He was lucky to survive the war in one piece. More than lucky, considering his super-human healing abilities. He took fatal shots on the regular, and all he has to show for his defiance of death are a handful of scars.
It's been a long time since anyone's rejected a handshake from Jack Morrison. He almost doesn't know what to do with his hand after, allowing it to fall awkwardly back to his side.
Jack doesn't know what he's done to earn Genji's mistrust. For split second, he's annoyed at the ninja. Frustrated. He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose, and remembers which one of them suffered a recent, traumatic incident at the hands of their own brother.
Genji's suspicion a direct result of Jack's failure to earn his trust. Jack hasn't reached out before now. Left Genji's care to Angela, and his duties to Gabe. He could use one of a thousand excuses, but the truth is... it never occurred to him.
Jack's been too busy. Too distracted. Too tired. Too fucking apathetic, at the end of the day, when it feels like the work's taken everything but the air in his lungs.
"You don't reflect poorly on me. That was a joke. A bad one." He follows after Genji, determined not to let him slip away. He's not falling through the cracks this time, or the next. That much, Jack can control. Herding him towards the infirmary like a particularly persistent blonde sheepdog.
"I've read the mission reports. You're performing as well as can be expected. Better, even. Reyes thinks you're a great addition to Blackwatch, and that's saying something. He's not an easy man to impress, and neither am I. We can and will do whatever it takes to keep you on the team. Your health, comfort, and safety are the bare minimum."
"It is. It feels like.." He trails off, rotating his metal arm around and rubbing at his shoulder. "If you stay in one place too long and your foot falls asleep, when the blood flows back it feels as though your veins are full of ground glass. It is similar, but constant. The sensors in the armor do not feel .. right. Or the way I expect it to, perhaps this is the way it's supposed to work." He rubs his metal palm with his thumb. He doesn't want to sound ungrateful, especially since he'd have been dead otherwise. The fact that he's not only alive but walking and able to interact with things is genuinely a scientific miracle.
But he can't help but be bitter he had to become this science experiment to begin with.
"I am? He does?" Genji blinks and looks over at Jack's face, wondering if he's making that up to try and be nice. Though it doesn't seem like the Commander would make up much of anything. There's probably an edict somewhere that would get him court marshaled if he lied to one of his recruits, even about something so minor.
"Thank you."
Like a man condemned to death he approaches Angela to confess his failures, met with her chiding him and being more than a little exasperated he'd waited this long to get aid.
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"It is the third time I have broken it." He closes his hand around the pieces pulling back as Jack recovers and comes forward again. Of course he'd be horrified that his new robotic recruit wasn't performing up to snuff, he was probably going to trade Genji in for a new one that wasn't defective. "It was not intentional."
More than a little defensive, as if Jack was about to tell him he's wasting company funds.
Eyes narrowing, his frown is mostly obscured by the helmet. "It is nothing. I will deal with it and I do not need to go to the infirmary."
Accepting help is a weakness.
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You can't put a price on freedom, or the brave few who risk their lives to keep it.
His jaw works. His own hand aching in sympathy as he clenches his fingers into an overly tight fist, nails cutting into his palm. The wounds will heal in a matter of minutes. Jack has the privilege of designer genetics. Genji doesn't even have the privilege of his own limbs.
"That's completely unacceptable, and it's not nothing." His eyes scan Genji's eyes, and for a moment the the younger Hanamura looks so young, it makes Jack question his own judgment in recruiting him.
But where else would Genji go? Angela seemed to think it was for the best, and Jack didn't question her.
"You're a member of this team, Genji, and entitled to the same standard of care. We don't operate out of a state of the art facility, with the best scientists, doctors, and soldiers, in the world for nothing. People are relying on us to stay strong." Jack doesn't reach out to grab him, they aren't that familiar with each other, yet, but he offers his hand.
"C'mon. Let's get you patched up. You being in rough shape looks bad on me. Can't have that, right? Gotta keep this squeaky-clean image or they won't give us the big dollars." Maybe Jack's playing a little dirty, but it's for a good cause.
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Jack extends his hand and Genji stares at it as if he'd just offered him a jar full of tarantulas. He doesn't take it. But he does seem to acquiesce and turn to head out of the hanger.
"I do not mean to reflect poorly on you." and he means it. They'd taken him in, given him a purpose and an outlet to channel his rage and bitterness in a somewhat productive way that isn't him going on a self destructive murderous rampage. Yet still he brings dishonor. Like always.
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It's been a long time since anyone's rejected a handshake from Jack Morrison. He almost doesn't know what to do with his hand after, allowing it to fall awkwardly back to his side.
Jack doesn't know what he's done to earn Genji's mistrust. For split second, he's annoyed at the ninja. Frustrated. He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose, and remembers which one of them suffered a recent, traumatic incident at the hands of their own brother.
Genji's suspicion a direct result of Jack's failure to earn his trust. Jack hasn't reached out before now. Left Genji's care to Angela, and his duties to Gabe. He could use one of a thousand excuses, but the truth is... it never occurred to him.
Jack's been too busy. Too distracted. Too tired. Too fucking apathetic, at the end of the day, when it feels like the work's taken everything but the air in his lungs.
"You don't reflect poorly on me. That was a joke. A bad one." He follows after Genji, determined not to let him slip away. He's not falling through the cracks this time, or the next. That much, Jack can control. Herding him towards the infirmary like a particularly persistent blonde sheepdog.
"I've read the mission reports. You're performing as well as can be expected. Better, even. Reyes thinks you're a great addition to Blackwatch, and that's saying something. He's not an easy man to impress, and neither am I. We can and will do whatever it takes to keep you on the team. Your health, comfort, and safety are the bare minimum."
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But he can't help but be bitter he had to become this science experiment to begin with.
"I am? He does?" Genji blinks and looks over at Jack's face, wondering if he's making that up to try and be nice. Though it doesn't seem like the Commander would make up much of anything. There's probably an edict somewhere that would get him court marshaled if he lied to one of his recruits, even about something so minor.
"Thank you."
Like a man condemned to death he approaches Angela to confess his failures, met with her chiding him and being more than a little exasperated he'd waited this long to get aid.
How he suffers.