Obviously, Genesis has no problems following. He may be falling in pieces because of the degradation, but it takes more to have him crawling without any pride.

The Manor is as he remembers it, as he left it.

"Hm, actually, we're in the right place," Genesis comments, walking past the table to search for something a bit more hidden. Something you can find only if you're searching for it.

A portrait. He takes it with both hands, his gloved thumb taking care of the dust that obscures the woman's features. A woman of brown hair and sad eyes, just beside a man they both know well.

He extends it to Sephiroth.

"Does she look familiar?"