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“This is a punishment,” Hanzo exhaled, gritting his teeth against the pain in his thigh. “Judgment for my crimes.”
“Or, you’ve just got shit luck and got caught in the crossfire,” came the teasing reply. The man who’d called himself Cassidy focused on the wound. He pressed his hands against the gaping space, stemming the flow of blood. “I don’t suppose you have any bandages layin’ around, do you?”
Hanzo tipped his head to the side, studying the stranger. A distant part of his mind knew that he’d been asked a question, but he couldn’t dredge up an answer. Hanzo had lost a lot of blood already; he could feel it pooling beneath his hip despite the pressure. Cassidy sucked a breath through his teeth, then sighed. Ruddy colors reflected off the wall, but Hanzo barely registered the sudden bloom of color. The almost stranger unhooked something from his belt, voice prattling on distractingly. “What were you doing here anyway? You’re not Talon.”
“My business is my own,” Hanzo growled, struggling to hold onto the vestiges of consciousness.
Cassidy chuckled in the back of his throat, and continued whatever he was doing. Hanzo focused on drawing each breath, struggling to focus. Cassidy said something, then nodded toward the quiver beside Hanzo’s hip and repeated himself. “Mind if I borrow an arrow, darlin’?”
Before Hanzo could answer, the man lifted a single arrow free and pressed the shaft against Hanzo’s lips. He spat at the taste, at the implication, and opened his mouth to growl a warning. Then, the world exploded in pain so hot and sudden that his teeth clamped down whether he wanted them to or not. Wood would have splintered under the pressure, but the composite material held. The room swam in and out of focus as the scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils. His entire leg felt like it was on fire, skin and bone sloughing away. Then, darkness closed over him.
The sound of raised voices pulled Hanzo back into consciousness. “You can’t play white knight for every stray you find,” someone growled, tone low and threatening. “What am I supposed to do with him?”
“I don’t know,” drawled the heated but familiar tones of Cassidy. “Wasn’t like I could leave him there to die.”
Something heavy slammed down with a thunk, a fist hitting a table. “That is exactly what you do. When are you going to grow up?”
“I didn’t sign up to kill civilians on a whim. That’s not how Blackwatch, how Overwatch, does things.” Cassidy’s tone was less sure of itself now, but iron hid beneath the words. Hanzo slid one eye open, taking in his surroundings. Cassidy stood to his left, arms crossed over his chest as he argued with a taller, older man.
The man’s lips pulled into a tight frown. “You do whatever the hell I tell you to do.” With an annoyed huff, he glanced at Hanzo, then turned away. “If he turns out to be a spy, your head is going to roll. I won’t protect you.”
Cassidy’s lips quirked into a grin. “Does that mean—”
“Get him stabilized for transit,” the stranger growled, already moving out of Hanzo’s line of view. “They can debrief him at HQ. Until then, stay the fuck out of my sight.”
Cassidy’s warm hand squeezed Hanzo’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Gabe’s bark is a lot worse than his bite.”