Hanzo makes a small scoffing noise, before examining a rack of coats. His own jacket is fine, but having a spare on hand would be practical. Not everything has to be about rebelling, right?

"I am not certain what I am, now. I only know what I have left behind."

The memories haven't come back to him quite yet, but that sense of disgust and finality from that time remains. There's no question that there is no room for him within the clan any longer. Now, no doubt they would both be hunted...although any assassin that managed to follow them here, wherever they've found themselves, would be a formidable foe indeed.