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Hanzo was a monster.
He didn't exactly know what that meant, but everyone around him told him that's what he was.
Well, he wasn't being honest. "Monster" wasn't all he was.
Because he was also a disgrace, and a burden, and a show of their weakness, and not one of them, and not human.
He was cursed.
Perhaps Hanzo was too young to really understand the meaning of those words, but he was old enough to understand that those weren't nice things at all.
But just as there were things he was, there were a few things Hanzo wasn't.
For example, he wasn't the man in the black clothes' son; that one was said by the man himself, and his voice made it clear he meant it. Even if Hanzo didn't know what a son was and didn't see the need of being one or why it mattered so much, those words stung just as much as a pang of hunger did.
It shouldn't matter as much. Hanzo had a name, and the food the people from out gave him was enough. But still, he couldn't help but feel like he could get more, or at least that was what the dragons in his head told him.
It didn't matter. The man had stopped his visits a very long time ago.