Everything is regrettable.

1: I'm fine.

An arrow flew across the already small hallway en met with the forehead of one of the omnic guards, blue sparks danced over its face as it fell to the ground and let a rather loud clash go through the dead silent halls. "That would've been the last one of them." said a voice with a heavy accent to it through the com. Hanzo let out a sigh, this was an easy mission, one of the easiest he had been assigned to, he relaxed his stands a bit but kept his eyes at the other end of the hall.

"Ey... Shimada, how's your status? Yer good?"

There was a hint of hesitation in the voice now and it had every reason to be there. Hanzo gave no reply, he just simply swept through the halls one more time to check if it was really clear and began to walk to the point where they had decided to regroup. He could hear a small sigh go through the com before he heard it switch off again, he didn't care though, it had been three months since he had 'joined' Overwatch on the request of Genji and he had to admit it had been pretty draining. When he first started he was only assigned to small and easy missions, get in and get out without being seen kind of missions, no team but a lot of eyes on him, they didn't trust him and they had every right to, he thought. For almost two months straight everyone was suspicious of him, keeping their eyes on him and making sure he was kept in line, especially agent McCree or 'the cowboy', he had led most of Hanzo's missions and he had been very clear about how he thought of Hanzo. He had kept a rather emotionless voice and held as much information away from Hanzo, not that he cared, he merely focused on the missions and making sure the Shimada clan hadn't found him yet. The only thing that got on his nerves was that the cowboy had started to demand things of him that were sometimes almost impossible to succeed, he knew McCree wanted him gone, even dead maybe, putting him on harder missions and getting him in life threatening situations. Luckily for Hanzo, there had always been a way to succeed and complete the missions, he even believed to have heard a sign of surprise one time in the cowboys voice as they went over one of the mission reports.

It had only been since a week that the cowboy had started to show some kindness to the archer, Hanzo had one of his bad episodes those weeks ago, one of the worst he had ever experienced. He had shocked awake from a nightmare in cold sweat and stumbled through the hallways of the base to the bathroom. As it was night he was alone and he usually was when he went to roam around to clear his mind at these times. Only this time, he couldn't control his trembling and shivering, panic struck him as everything around him felt unfamiliar, the halls of the base felt like those of a prison. It made him slow and disorientated, so much that he had by accident fallen against the sink after failing to grab onto it in time to keep his balance. With a pretty loud slam he had landed on the ground after hitting the sink with his head, he was convinced he hadn't woken up anyone as most if not all of the Overwatch agents had been on a big mission that night. So it wasn't a surprise Hanzo got startled to see the cowboys head pop around the corner, he was even more surprised to see a slight fear in McCree's eyes as he looked down at him and the covered in blood sink.

Hanzo was laying there, wearing a blood stained t-shirt, shorts, violently shivering, covered in sweat and blood dripping down his hands which covered the small wound on his left eyebrow caused by the sink. He couldn't see much through his hands and the already blurry vision that was caused by the tears that filled his eyes. He was still too caught up in his panic attack at that moment to clearly remember how it got to the point where he could see the silhouette of the cowboy bowing over him and having his hands gently pulled away. He only vaguely remembers the feeling of the cowboys far warmer hands inspecting his wound and softly wiping away blood that had been dripping down his face. Fragments of the cowboys voice came through the static in his head, it sounded different from all the times he had been schooled by him, almost unrecognizable if it wasn't for the accent that gave him away.