[ Genji thinks much the same, knowing full well it's not fair. It's part of why he's worn a mask this past decade, to hide. He doesn't want to hide as much anymore. But his face is a permanent reminder of what his brother did; vulnerability can indeed be cruel.

Genji thinks a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side. ]

Nearly a year. I have been here for quite some time, brother. Time itself does not seem to matter much outside of the Quarantine.