[FF7][SC] Star Flower

The earth is shaking.

Genesis tightened the reins, and Chocobo took a few steps on the spot, tilting its head up and looking around alertly and dexterously. From his angle, he could clearly see the big guy's long eyelashes fluttering up and down.The sound of the howling wind in the snow field is rough and hollow, mixed with a slight roar under careful discernment.

He rolled over and got off the bird. The snow was not shallow and deep up to his knees; after a burst of firelight, the rush-covered land below was exposed, which was now blackened.Genesis took off his sunglasses, knelt down cautiously, and listened with his ears on the ground.Soon he realized that it was an army flooding the land like a flood.

Where did the army come from in this bloody place?

Genesis comforted the soft fluff on the neck of the bird, and told her to wait quietly. He picked a tree with some branches and stepped on the top of the tree a few times. A large pile of snow fell. Smashed down.He almost couldn't stand still, the loss of strength in his shoulders affected his movements, and there was a stinging pain in his chest, but it was not as unbearable as it was at first.He doesn't know what Hojo did to him, probably some generic emergency treatment, and the situation isn't too bad, though not great either.He can handle it, he can get through worse, can't he?

Pausing for a while, Genesis straightened up and looked into the distance—he didn't even need to squint to see clearly—it was too shocking, whatever it was, the sheer number of them was enough to make them shocking.Large swathes of fog and ice crystals rolled wildly up to the sky, shimmering with fragments of light under the sunlight, in which running monsters were indistinct.That is not a force that humans can fight against, anyone who tries to stop them will only be crushed to pieces, that is... the will of the planet.

This idea suddenly appeared in Genesis's mind without any warning, but he knew that it was just like this, so abrupt, yet so natural.

Then he realized they were heading the way he had come.But he doesn't intend to go back, the base has Sephiroth, he is not needed.And now, Genesis is going to confirm one crucial thing.

Zack felt a pain in his throat and the back of his head when he opened his eyes, dry eyes, and a little nausea.Soon, memories came flooding back. The vampire smashed his head against the wall, and Genesis was pierced through the air like a martyr—he had seen the power of the Biological Research Department.And Claude, they left him alone to confront that monster in the end, and the guilt almost drowned him at the thought of this.But if he can be saved, Cloud should be fine, right?

"Good morning." Rufas closed the computer and glanced at his watch. "Maybe good evening, Zack. The water is by the bed."

The room was dark, with thick curtains blocking the light from the window and filtering out the noise vaguely.

"... Rufas?" Zack sat up, feeling even more dizzy, almost a thousand flies were buzzing in his head, noisy and annoying.Before he had time to think about why the heir of Shinra would condescend to visit an ordinary private, Zack asked impatiently, "Is Cloud okay? Where's Genesis?"

Rufas didn't answer right away, his expression was a bit strange, his eyebrows were subtly raised, and his ice blue eyes looked at Zack cautiously.There was heating in the room, so he was still in his well-fitting suit, as poised and elegant as ever. "It's okay." This sentence made Zack's heart ache, "Genesis is fine, you know the physique of a special soldier. But Claude's right hand ligament was broken along with the nerve, and he may never Find a way to grasp it—I don’t know if he told you, but his dream is to become someone like Angel.”

"There must be a way to cure it..." Zack became overwhelmed, almost begging to look at Rufas, wanting to get a positive answer, "Here is Shinra, Angel is still his guardian, he will be fine got up..."

"Maybe." Rufas was noncommittal, holding up the cold coffee and sipping it lightly, "Why would Genesis do this?" He suddenly asked.Meticulous questioning skills help to get unabashed responses, although he feels that dealing with Zack may not need to be so complicated,

"He... I don't know. I just sneaked out at night and wanted to talk to Genesis, and then—there must be some misunderstanding between them, and finally Genesis stopped." He subconsciously skipped Sa The part of Philos is almost insignificant compared to the other parts that are seriously frightened, and in that case, the strange declaration seems to have played its due role-maybe it's just an impromptu response by the hero, and the other party always understands Genesis of

Well, Genesis really hit it off.Rufas finally confirmed it.He didn't intend to believe the little girl's words, even if there was some connection between them, but the successive evidences were another matter.This confused Rufas, really, and he was surprised that anger wasn't the first thing he felt, because it was so illogical.

"I heard that their relationship is not very good." Rufas guessed casually, "Genesis and Claude, there seems to be some conflicts between them." He actually didn't think it was because of this, if this Even personal grievances to a certain extent can affect the judgment of a general, so he really has to doubt the evaluation system and even the entire special forces plan.

However, is the special forces plan really as safe as Hojo claims?Did Claude notice something from Angel?How does this relate to Genesis' actions?

"Tifa." The name interrupted Rufas' thinking, of course he knew who Tifa was, and came to him with a blood-stained earring, which was actually a locator. "Genesis brought a girl over that day and asked me to check her name, but because Claude knew her, he didn't continue." Pressing his forehead in confusion, Zacks continued uncertainly, "Jenesis Sith is suspecting something... Maybe it has something to do with her, we should find her..." Get that all figured out, and then everything will be as it was.

No, it was different, he couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

Zack closed his eyes in pain, self-loathing surging inside him.To be honest, he has done well enough. Among the soldiers in the same period, there are almost no better soldiers than him. He was once proud to stand out among tens of thousands of people, which is why Angel chose him in the end.But the reality ruthlessly crushed this illusion. He didn't want to use the excuse that he wasn't a special soldier. That was the truth, he wasn't strong enough.

Who will be next?He still wants to watch like this?He didn't come to Shinra for this kind of result.

"Rufas," without even the honorific, customary vice president or sir, Rufas didn't seem to be bothering to point out that he was always going to be different from his father, "I think, and I'm going to be A special soldier."

Rufas didn't understand this kind of simple-minded guy very well, so he turned his legs and clasped his hands on his knees, "Is this the meaning of begging me?"

Zack shook his head, then nodded again.

He was no different from all the other young people who packed their bags and left their homes to come to Midgar. He knew and longed for that strange and charming city, Shinra and heroes from the chatter in the tavern and the large page of the newspaper when he was young.The recruiting posters with heroes printed on them were pasted in the most conspicuous places. He watched them grow up. How could a boy not yearn for heroes?The old guy always laughs and shakes his head, "Another silly boy", and kicks their asses to drive people away; that's all he understands about his future, plain and simple.Life in the army is fairly smooth, and there is no sense of frustration under the gap between dreams and reality. In fact, as long as he works hard, he can move in the direction he wants. The heroes are Sephiroth, Angel, and Genesis That is what he will eventually become.

But now there is a strange emotion in my heart, which is about to explode, and then those questions that I didn't think about and didn't want to think about before suddenly became clear.What if being a hero is not an end, but a means, or a bonus?Isn't he supposed to be a hero for something?

"If I were a special soldier..." He blurted out very naturally and directly, "I can protect Claude."

Not only Claude, but also everyone he cares about, the will he wants to defend, he needs such power.

——He must become a special soldier, no matter who is standing in front of him.

The astonishment was fleeting on Rufas's face, and he concealed it well.He calmed down and prepared to interrupt the previous topic, but found that he couldn't say anything, he just... just suddenly lost his mood, Zack's words touched the few soft spots in Rufas' heart, and it hurt a little .

But this doesn't mean that Rufas will become friendly—on the contrary, malice overflows uncontrollably, "There's no need for that."

"I know, there is no shortage of people like that, he is yours after all—"

"He doesn't need it, Zack." The tone became sarcastic, with undisguised anger, "Cloud has fallen from a height of 9000 meters and will never come back."

Rufas tapped his knees, waiting patiently for Zacks to react; he knew what he was doing, messing up an otherwise smooth induction interview that should have been left to Tuckers.But now his heart is empty, since he saw the huge hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, there has been a gap in his heart, and he is desperately looking for something to fill it.It wasn't particularly sad either, he wasn't the emotional type, he just... just couldn't take it.

How could it be so inexplicable?A good person suddenly disappeared, and they had dinner together before.

"...What?" Zack didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

The corner of the mouth slightly raised, "literally."

Rufas felt it was a pity that they hadn't been able to talk more.Just now there were noisy voices coming from the bottom of the attic, and now someone came up to confirm the situation.Turks has stepped up security since yesterday's explosion, a little too cautiously.They were terrified of their dereliction of duty, even though Rufas was responsible for this—he had no time to care about the plans of the little girl who implicated Claude, maybe she blew herself up, maybe she had run away, he didn't I don't want to know either.

"Your Excellency, Vice President, we need to transfer." The visitor pushed the door in without any courtesy. Of course, Rufas quickly realized that she didn't need etiquette, "I don't think you will refuse to come."

Effie looked down at Rufas condescendingly, her eyes were full of contempt, she didn't even need a weapon.Tifa followed behind her, staring blankly at Rufas, then suddenly at Zack.

"Claude is Angel's child?"

Genesis squeezed the PHS tightly, causing the metal structure to creak and deform in the tooth-piercing whine.He had to run non-stop for a whole day on the two-hour journey of the airship, enduring the pain and the biting cold, and got a truth—a truth he didn't want to admit——Sephiroth installed Claude The transmitter, PHS is slightly modified into a locator.

He threw the scrap iron into the snow viciously, wishing he could growl.He would rather not know anything.what is this?His friend was—oh yeah, not anymore, he's out of Sephiroth's business.

But how could Sephiroth do this?That was Sephiroth, the one he had always dreamed of—

Genesis was silent for a long time, then suddenly jumped off the bird's back and walked towards the cave as if he was being burned, and then slowed down.He smelled the pungent smell of wolf dung, and perhaps he was about to see another piece of bone and meat on the ground, which reminded him of that shameful memory, and his heart trembled.Forcing himself to climb up the slope, with the long sword standing in front of him to guard against any possible attack, he finally stepped on the dry sandstone ground and looked into the dark cave.

The golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, and the white wolves watched it vigilantly, baring their teeth and grunting menacingly.But amidst the white fur, a small golden-haired head protruded, resting on the soft and warm belly of a she-wolf.Genesis could still see the plump breasts of the she-wolf, and the other cubs gathered around Claude, sucking the milk greedily.

As if to prove something, the she-wolf buried her head in licking Claude's cheek, and the wet saliva reflected the crystal light.

This is not what he thought.

Claude was awakened by the commotion, and opened his eyes in a daze. When he looked up, he showed half of his face with red marks, and there was a ring of stains on his lips.Very well, he seems to be doing very well, at least much better than himself—Genesis felt that he should be outraged, but he didn't know whether he was overly angry by Sephiroth or overly surprised by the miracle of his survival. kept calm.

"You're alive. Why?"

The vigilance awakened in Claude's eyes.Sensing the danger, the alpha wolf stood up uneasily, lowered his body, his tail was clamped tightly, and his eyes were ferocious and savage.One of its ears is only half in length, and many parts of its shoulder blades and waist are hairless due to scars. It doesn't look very beautiful, but it is definitely ruthless.The rest of the white wolves followed his lead and spread out to try to occupy a favorable position.

Their efforts were in vain, a simple fire magic could blow them all to death in the closed cave, and in fact Genesis didn't understand why he didn't do it right away.

"Someone help you." How could he ignore such an obvious fact?The scars on Claude's body disappeared, and then guarding these beasts, golden-eyed beasts, it was hard for him not to think of the vampire. "So, you know it, and you're in the same group." And he still felt... guilty in a foolish way. "Is this what Sephiroth instructed you to do?"

The teenager tried to stand up, feeling uncomfortable being looked down upon, but it was obvious he couldn't.Genesis finally noticed his immobile leg, an injury he didn't remember.This is very interesting, falling from that height, it is impossible that only the leg was injured, and it was obviously interrupted by someone.But why would that vampire do that?In order to prevent Claude from following?

"Why don't you speak? I thought you should justify yourself when you have nowhere to escape."

"Are you going to listen?" Claude asked seriously.

There was a strange harmony between the two of them, at least for the moment, Genesis no longer felt those negative emotions, but took it as a simple task to do.He was too tired to think about it any more. "Not going to. I'm glad you're self-aware. If it were any other time, I might still have some questions to ask, or I might give you a chance to say some last words. After all, it's customary. But unfortunately, I'm in a hurry right now."

"Is Zack okay?"

"……what?"

"You're not going to hurt Zack, are you?"

Genesis couldn't believe his eyes, that Claude, the stinky and indifferent brat who had always been expressionless, was showing a weak begging look at this moment.

"He doesn't know anything, I haven't told him anything, we've only met a few times, he'll help me just because he's an idiot, kind of nice to everyone, just like Angel. Sorry... I don't know what I did wrong...but I'm still sorry..." He looked so humble, his head was almost lowered into the dust, and when he confronted Genesis last time, his eyes were still burning with unyielding fighting spirit, "I'll let you kill, no more tricks, but Zack is innocent."

He was so surprised. "...What makes you so arrogant, thinking you have the right to negotiate with me?"

"Negotiation? No, Genesis, this is not a negotiation. I'm warning you." For a moment, those childish eyes showed a terrifying evil spirit, and the facial features were twisted and ferocious, and they were as close as the one standing in front of him. Like a wolf, but Genesis can still recognize the deep fear under the excellent inner strength, "If you dare to touch Zack, if you dare to destroy everything, I—"

"What about you?" Genesis asked subconsciously.

Claude actually laughed.

They had known each other for so many years, and although the relationship was not close, Genesis still had many opportunities to get along with him, but this was the first time seeing Claude smile.

"I'll kill you, Genesis, no matter how many times I rise from the grave."

Genesis did not understand the meaning of this sentence, or he interpreted it as some kind of bluff without authorization.He just kind of wanted to laugh, and though he was surprised, the funny got the better of him.It seems that Sephiroth is unilaterally obsessed with this brat, and then, Cloud seems to care more about Zack?What a fucking relief.

"Yes." In any case, Claude at least won his respect, and he didn't have the usual ugliness of those people in the face of death, "I promise you."

The accident happened so suddenly that neither of them could react.The moment the sword glow flickered, the wolf jumped up and charged at Genesis with its foul-smelling fangs. Splash like fireworks.But no, Genesis's movements were fatally slow, the fangs tore open his shoulders violently, and brought him to the ground violently.

The terrifying pack of wolves drowned Genesis' figure in the blink of an eye, biting the fresh flesh one after another.

It didn't feel much to Genesis anymore, and more intense pain pierced through him, burning from the inside out.It was as if some irreversible switch had been activated, and the injury that had improved slightly before suddenly broke out, and the blood in the lungs was gurgling, overflowing from the mouth and nose, choking the airway.He felt himself split in two, one half battling the burning pain, the other half watching, waiting for something that had been stalking him to take possession of him.

Claude stood up on the rock wall and stared at him indifferently, as if the doomsday judgment had come.

——Is that what you mean?This is your warning?

Before he had time to think more, Genesis's world quickly fell into dead darkness.Finally, something warm covered him, so comfortable, so soft, that all the pain disappeared.

Like a mother's embrace when she is sick.

Where is this place?

Genesis sat up from the bed in bewilderment. He felt that he had never slept on such a hard bed, and his back hurt—except in Wutai at that time, but there was no such thing as a bed.And to be reasonable, the bed was too short, he couldn't even straighten his body, and his legs were still hanging in the air at the end of the bed.If he knew which recruit had brought him up, he would definitely break that guy's leg immediately.

He starts to look around where he is - there's no one else, so Genesis looks around the room almost idly.There is no better word to describe it than lackluster, it was so monotonous that he didn't want to take a second look.Because of this, the conscription poster with Sephiroth on it facing the end of the bed became particularly conspicuous.Sephiroth, Sephiroth everywhere, does everyone want him framed and on the wall?

Turning over and getting out of bed, the spiked boots sank into the wooden floor, Genesis remembered that the last place he stayed was a snow field; and here, the weather was pleasant, even a little hot—he was still wearing a thick coat; The mist fell into the room, quiet and peaceful.This feeling is very comfortable and nostalgic, just like my hometown.Then he realized that the wound on his chest no longer hurt.

For some unknown reason, Genesis bent down and fished under the bed, and it turned out that he actually fished out a small iron box.There are some broken things scattered in it, imitation military badges, newspaper clippings, and slingshots.He sneered, put the lid on the box and threw it back under the bed.

The family apparently had no male head.When Genesis wanted to replace the pair of spiked boots that were not very convenient for walking, he only found women's and children's shoes in the house, and there was no trace of another man who should have existed.He began to scan the living room, not expecting to find a communication device such as a telephone, but it was very strange that there was no one so far.He noticed a telegraph pole outside the window, and two sparrows were preening their feathers; it was the same pattern when Banola spoke on the phone a long time ago, and he might be able to find the communication equipment along the way.

The lilies on the low cabinet exuded a faint fragrance, and Genesis could not help but walk over, and opened the upside-down photo frame beside him.

The beautiful woman smiled quietly at him.

The wooden door creaked and swayed slightly, and Genesis turned his head suddenly, only to catch a glimpse of a black corner of his clothes.He chased after him, but he lost track of him in a blink of an eye. The street was empty, and it looked as peaceful and peaceful as before, but it made Genesis feel cold in his bones.If it was a joke, it would be too much.

This is Nibelheim.

After walking for about 5 minutes, I arrived at the end of the wire, and successfully found the phone at the hotel.In fact, he didn't expect to be able to connect. In theory, he should have fallen into some kind of hallucination, which may be unknown magic—and the hallucination is essentially dependent on the human brain. It would be really scary if he could make up the operator by himself.In fact, he should find a way to get out of this illusion as soon as possible. God knows how much his body has been gnawed. The only reason for not doing this is that he doesn't know how to do it.

After a long transfer, the call went through.

"My God! There's a newcomer again! I mean, I'm going crazy, please don't hang up!" An ecstatic male voice came from the opposite side, separated by half a continent and an ocean, obviously distorted, "Are you Who? Where? Can we meet?"

"...This is Genesis, please pick up Lazard for me."

"No, there is no Lazard, and there is no Heitinga, no one is here... Wait, you are Genesis?" With a strange cry from the other side, Genesis had to pull the receiver away, "I My son has always wanted the autograph of a private first class... I forgot to introduce, I am Clarence, Clarence Hartland, Division [-], Urban Development Department. Do you have a signed photo of Sephiroth?"

Genesis hung up the phone with a snap.

After a while, he felt that he was really stupid. He picked up the receiver to dial again, and had to wait another ten minutes for the transfer.

"Hello? Hello? Are you still there? Great...it seems that the signal is not very good. Where are you?"

"Western Continent."

"Why are you there?"

"Where should I be?" Genesis asked curiously, wondering what the response would be.

"Are you on a mission over there?"

"You're asking too many questions." Genesis suppressed his displeasure because of this little chatty frown, "Now, answer my question, why can't I be in the Western Continent?"

Mr. Hartland was silent for a moment, then laughed queerly, and there was a gaiety in it. "You must be new here, but you'll figure it out soon enough. Ha, I'll go find my fingers first, we'll talk later!"

Communications were unilaterally cut off.Genesis held the receiver and stared blankly at the flies sitting on the table in the lobby, feeling a little confused for a moment.As a romantic poet, among all the literary works, what he is most unaccustomed to is the absurdism that lacks aesthetic feeling.

Genesis's daze continued.He strolled idly on the deserted streets, the mud was soaked in the mist and stuck to the soles of his boots, and every step was sticky and irritating.There was nowhere to go, and Nibelheim was not very big, so he walked around in a short time, and finally returned to the vicinity of the original house.Now that he knew that this was Claude's home, he began to resist going in, but there was no way, maybe there was a clue to leave here.

Standing at the entrance, looking at the tidy living room, Genesis finally took off his boots and stepped on the floor.

This time he was able to observe the room more closely.The details he learned from Angel's few words came back to his memory, even so, he didn't know much.He doesn't care about the stories of single-parent families, simple and even difficult living conditions.When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of Sephiroth's poster again, unconsciously stretching out his hand to trace the arc of the fluttering silver hair, bit by bit, carefully.

Shouldn't be wasting time here, but he couldn't stop.

He can even imagine a child from a poor family, carefully collecting any surroundings he can get, hiding them like treasures.He can understand...he understands...because he was also infatuated with this hero.Even though he is no longer a teenager, and the hero is no longer an unattainable figure, he still remembers... Sephiroth was his childhood dream, a dream far more attractive than poetry.The window slammed shut suddenly, and Genesis was startled, realizing that the existence of that guy was not his imagination, and there really was another person here.But turning out the window with bare feet was not his style. He just walked slowly to the window and looked out. There were clear footprints on the muddy ground—after all, the other party seemed to be deliberately leaving traces.

Before leaving, Genesis glanced back at the poster one last time.

Sephiroth was still hopelessly dazzling.

The footprints led intermittently to the mountain, stepping on a conspicuous path through the grass, wading through the stream and entering the forest, breaking off many shrub branches, leading Genesis to go deeper.Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's not, anyway, he doesn't have any more choices.Shadowy tree shadows and light spots crossed his shoulders, and the miasma of rotting leaves and the fragrance of green grass mixed into a slightly sweet smell, which was finally replaced by a trace of familiar magic smell.

Right here, Genesis could confirm that something was calling him, his heart was throbbing wildly in his chest, and he began to walk in uncontrollably.

He is sure that he has never been to Nibelheim, and it is even more impossible for him to walk through the magic furnace here. Even if these projects are roughly the same in structure, it is impossible for him to walk so smoothly between the suspended suspension bridge and the pipeline, and go straight to A destination that seems to already be known.It seems to have come to another world, the outside is natural and full of vitality, here there are only cold machines, although there is a roar, it is even more lifeless.The more he went to the core area, the inner restlessness became more and more obvious. The back of his neck felt numb, and his hair stood on end. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Finally Genesis stopped in front of a sealed metal door.He walked the same path as Angel, stopped at the same door, with the same confusion—then opened the forbidden room without hesitation.The heat wave hits the face, almost scorching the skin.

He was not surprised to see Claude here.The boy was still the last one he saw, his clothes were torn and bloodstained, sitting on the edge of the central platform of the furnace cabin, dangling his feet idly.

"Is it no matter what, I just can't do anything about you?" Genesis waited and watched at the door, and found that there was only one not-so-wide pipe leading to the central platform, but it was not difficult for him, the difficulty was How to talk to the boy in front of you.He has a lot of questions to ask, one mystery after another far exceeds expectations, but he can't open his mouth-convince the victim to forgive the murderer?Genesis couldn't do that.

He walked behind Claude. In this position, he could kick the opponent down with one kick.

What a boring idea.

He sat down next to Claude, and there was a burst of heat under his buttocks. If this was an illusion, it would be too real.Following the young man's line of sight, the moko was bubbling under his feet, and he was a little dizzy after looking at the too bright light for a long time. He seemed to see a few ferocious faces emerging from the moko, howling silently.Genesis frowned and turned his gaze back to Cloud.

"They used to be life." Cloud started an unrelated topic abruptly, and Genesis was not sure what it meant. Sometimes I feel that they have never left, in the wind, in the sun, in the rain and dew, every blooming flower has their presence.”

"So...you are a Planet Cultist?"

"But after being refined into Mako, they died. No trace of their existence remained. When I knew this, I was very sad... maybe not so sad, just thinking of Nibelheim; they disappeared It may be as painful as being burned to death, after all, Moko is so hot."

"Oh." Genesis responded dryly.He suddenly realized that they were reversed. Under normal circumstances, Claude couldn't talk so much, and he couldn't speak so poorly.But he really didn't know what to say.

"Aren't you going to do it?" Claude looked up at him.

"If you can get me out of this ghostly place, I'd be happy. But obviously it's up to you." He snorted softly and looked away, "In the final analysis, blind killing is nothing but incompetence."

As soon as the words fell, Genesis himself froze.No...it's not like that...but he didn't understand why he was so persistent in killing Claude.Once I realized this, everything that happened before frantically flashed back into my mind, setting off a stormy sea, and the belief that I had always been in collapsed.What is he doing?Trying to kill a kid who lost his homeland because of them?To make up for one mistake by another?

No, not right.Genesis pressed his forehead, and the severe pain exploded suddenly.His thinking has completely changed, becoming so blunt and abrupt, this turning point definitely did not happen naturally, someone is codifying his will.He grabbed Claude's neck and pulled it over forcefully, gnashing his teeth and asking, "What did you do to me?"

"Are you here?" Claude grabbed Genesis's hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Don't look at me with this look!" It was this look again, self-righteous, superior, even with... pity.In all eyes, he hates pity the most, as if he is so pathetic, he has all the things he wants and the dreams he wants to realize, and his life is perfect. "Don't play tricks and think that I really dare not kill you?"

Claude blushed, and was suspended above the boiling demon, struggling desperately.It's ridiculous, do you still need to breathe in the hallucination?Shouldn't it be easy to dominate everything?

"You're... jealous..."

"Who are you jealous of? You?" It's ridiculous!

"I used to...didn't understand...but now...understand..." Claude let go of his struggling hand and completely handed over his life to Genesis.He seemed to want to touch Genesis' cheek, but unfortunately his arm was not long enough, and he hung down halfway, with a strong sadness in his eyes. "Genesis, I want to see the real you[1]."

"I want to see the real you. 』

Countless voices converged, spanning a long time and distance, penetrating his chest clearly, making him tremble from the depths of his soul.

Genesis let go of his hand, and immediately regained his senses, grabbed Claude's clothes and threw them back onto the platform.He didn't have time to deal with Claude's crap anymore, and the screams were crowded in his head, driving him to the point of madness.the real him?What is the real him like?Hasn't it always been like this?He already knew that he was despicable enough, self-willed, self-willed, jealous, what else did he need to admit?How long will he have to tear his wounds apart before he can find real peace?

no... no... there's something else...

He covered his face, knelt down slumped, curled up tightly, despair overflowed his heart, and finally burst into tears.Why did it become what it is today...why are there so many things blocking him...why do people always fail to stick to the path they choose?

How he wished he hadn't remembered.

"I obviously just want to be... a hero."

"You are me."

Claude muttered to himself.

Those emotions were too vivid and strong, and instantly drowned him in the ocean of pain.Truth is always painful.He couldn't tell which belonged to Genesis and which belonged to