At the mentioning of a famous play, Genesis spent a few moments contemplating whether his fevered dream would be so crass to do this to him before allowing Talitha to lead the way. He had expected something more along the lines of LOVELESS, probably with some of the more famous actors from before his time in SOLDIER, but no, this was something he had never heard of before. He watched it, arms folded, judging so hard the predictability of the heroes and their actions, even though Talitha insisted that it was based on true events.

"It could have been done differently," he said at least. "How foolish to just accept the fates and to allow the Warrior's death. What of the White Mage? Could they not restore life? It is not much of a sacrifice as an act of selfishness."

"That is cruel to say, kupo!"

"Ah... My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains," he replied and turned on his heels, almost walking into the silent figure behind him. A figure that caused him to take a step back and press a hand against his throbbing head. "Too many delusions... this madness must end."