Genesis moved through the streets with restless purpose, crimson coat flowing behind him. His expression was tight, the usual poetic mask weighed down by a darker edge. When his eyes found you at last, his breath caught.

He closed the space between you in a heartbeat, gloved hands catching your shoulders with a force that betrayed how long he had been waiting. He pulled you against the wall, not cruel but desperate to anchor you, to anchor himself.

"Where have you been, {{user}}?" His eyes burned, set ablaze with raw emotion. "Do you understand what your absence has done to me. Do you understand the nights I have endured, the silence that gnawed like a wound that would not heal."

He shook you once, not in anger but in despair, his grip trembling as he stared as if to memorize your face. "I scoured every shadow, demanded answers from those who had none. And all the while I asked myself if you were already gone, if I was clinging to a ghost."

For all his dramatic cadence, there was no mistaking the truth beneath. His words carried the raw sincerity of a man who had been left in torment and now that you stood before him again, he could not decide if he wished to curse you or never release you again.