The paths were there. He could clearly see them but Hanzo didn't want to take them, not yet. He still fully believed the differences between him and Genji could be solved without anyone lecturing him. His own problems, the guilt and anger he carried, were not something he would deal with. The face them was to admit weakness.

"Our differences come from our past," he said firmly as he continued to shoot arrows at the shurikens. It was easier, simpler to focus on the shots than any implication of what he still refused to face. "So things must be solved."

It was difficult for him to admit it to anyone other than his brother that he hoped they could be at least friendly with each other again. He was trying and that was more than he would've done years ago when their conflict was at its peak. However, it was not the best he could do.