𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗼.

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙤 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙖 |島田 半蔵 ✷ 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 ✷ 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗠 ✷ 𝟭𝟬 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ✷ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

Mentally, I am not well. Physically, I am the living Perseus.

I left because all you lesser life forms wished ill-will on me and corrupted the atmosphere with your noxious fumes.

No one fucks me. I fuck them.

I don’t need “friends”. They disappoint me.

Do they not make sports wear for those with barrel chests?

[ He is walking away faster. ]

He was Shakespeare. He invented the word excessive. [ He is walking away very fast. ]

Shakespeare.

I am not Hamlet, of course. Unlike that cowardly cretin, I do not hesitate.

A young prince is taunted by the ghostly figure of his late father, the king, who was killed by his brother who then married Hamlet’s mother. He spirals into insanity as he attempts to rationalize and then commit murder.

Deplorable. Now leave.

I just said this is my not Hamlet, and I am not Shakespeare. I won’t presume to know the canon intricacies of a 17th century classic. Now shoo.

[ Hanzo knocks his hat off and immediately after resumes a casual, innocent passing-by.]

Quiet, apparition. This is not Hamlet.

I still have that little rodent blocked. Wonder if he has starved to death by now? Like a rat caught in a trap and forgotten.

The fact that the numerous assassins sent after me have not succeeded in their primary task is a problem. And soon, I will make it *everyones* problem.

Genji speaks an incessant amount for a dead man.

Every night I turn on the news to watch the latest coverage on Overwatch. I suppose it is a little bit like going to the circus.

You all want to bed me so badly. It is embarrassing.

How could you have missed it.