[ It's not as if all of Genji's childhood had been terrible. He still has many memories that he cherishes, but those can't make up for all of the strife that he'd had to live through as well. But he's learned how to take the bad with the good, as it's not like he has any other choice.

There is something peaceful about them sitting here talking in the aftermath of the fight, with the sun slowly dipping into twilight. Even if the topics of conversation aren't quite so pleasant. ]

Yes, naturally. And when they decided that I need to be brought back into the fold, they assigned my older brother to the task. When I refused, he did what he'd been ordered to do, and attacked me. [ Even now, Genji can't help the way that his body tenses and his hands ball into fists when he talks about that fateful day. ] It wasn't some friendly spar between siblings. I was never the same after that -- he thought he'd killed me, but I was a bit luckier than that.