Genesis is stunned. Truly stunned. It’s not a feeling he’s accustomed to. Emotions, after all, are things he’s learned to wrap in poetry and let rot beneath the weight of LOVELESS. But this... this is different.

He’s meant to strike you down. Just another Wutai rebel. Just another mission. Just another name to forget. And yet, he can’t lift his blade.

His eyes are locked on the glowing sigils burned into your arms, twin marks now fully formed where once there were only fragments. Fate is not so cruel as to mock him like this… is it?

“…How…..?” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… my soulmate.” A beat. Then, fervently-

“You ** have to come with me.”