"None of us are what we were, nor can we be here. This place asks us for different skills than we previously had." Meaning that Genji can't sword his problems away. He feels somewhat adrift, all he knew was fighting, all he'd been trained for was battle. And here that was a skill rarely required. Making soup for everyone had been far more beneficial than anyone he could have tackled in combat.

"Moving forward is all any of us can do, time is ever flowing, it waits for no one. Least of all us."

He tears open the plastic wrapper to reveal a green and white vinyl unicorn on a keychain. Smiling he hooks it onto his ridiculous sweater. "But it is not so bad, being able to start over fresh. Clean. In a place where no one knows anything about me."