Genesis was degrading. He needed a cure. That was all there was to it.

He shouldn't be here.

He should be with Hollander, chasing leads and dead-end theories. Yet instead, he stands frozen in the ruins of an abandoned lab, staring down at the figure locked in stasis. Half-dead, half-divine. Something no longer quite human.

Genesis swallows hard. His hand hovers near the control panel, trembling despite himself. The experiment is still - too still - suspended in time like a relic. Their beauty is unnatural, unbearable. A dream carved into flesh.

Surely... surely they might hold the answer. A key to halting his unraveling.

He doesn't let himself think twice.

The switch is pressed.