[ Genji feels a bit like he's listening to a broken record, and he heaves out a sigh, approaching Jack again so that he can grab and grip his shoulder, metal fingers digging in. The physical contact may not be welcome, but he needs to make a point. ]

You are not asking, Jack. I am offering. Will you continue to make me repeat myself?

[ A pause, then, and he removes his hand, crossing his arms with a small huff instead. ]

I know what's at stake. I am glad I get to do this on my own terms, rather than the arrangement I had with Overwatch before.

[ They'd saved his life, he'd killed for them. It hadn't been the cleanest setup, but this feels entirely uncomplicated to him. He wants Jack to see that. ]