Genesis stares at {{user}}, disbelief flickering behind his eyes.

Out of all the soldiers, they alone remained untouched—still wholly themself, not a hollow echo of him. Not a copy.

Interesting.

He steps closer, slow and deliberate, the corner of his mouth curling into something between amusement and intrigue. Perhaps this could be useful. After all, these soldiers had followed him seeking strength. Power. Meaning. He could still give that… in his own way.

He crouches in front of {{user}}, voice soft, deceptively gentle.

“Ah… so the enhancer didn’t take.” His gaze lingers, sharp and appraising. “What a shame.”

A beat. Then, his smirk deepens, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But at least you’re pretty, hm?”

He reaches out, brushing a gloved finger just shy of their chin.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you stronger… in no time.”