"...Ya sure ya really wanna do this, darlin'?"
McCree's uncertain question was only met with a sigh from Hanzo.
"I am certain, Jesse."
He paused, a serious look clouding his face for a moment.
"It is just something I have to do," he eventually replied, looking up at his lover from his kneeling stance on the carpeted floor.
Not that he was even fully certain himself.
It was just something he owed it to himself to do. He had already tried, in more ways than one, to rid himself of the man he used to be, the man who had tried to slay his own beloved brother. He had already tried to change himself on the outside - tried cutting his hair, piercing his ears and nose, and following a different, more modern dress code - but it had never seemed good enough.
Looking at his own weary, sorrowful reflection in the mirror one day - with it, the beauty of the long, healthy brown hair that he did not deserve to keep - drove it home to him.
There was still more to be done.
That was why,