Genis stumbled after him, pulled along by their linked hands as they walked into the quiet house. He noticed Altessa and Tabatha looking at them as they entered, but all he could give them was an apologetic look as he passed. They had something they needed to do. They couldn't stop even for a moment. The more they delayed, the more likely everyone else would return, and they'd need to answer to them.

When they reached the room, Genis froze in the doorway. The room felt so oppresively cold. That was why the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, right? Seeing her outline beneath the sheet, it became harder and harder to pretend things were okay. His eyes stared ahead long after Mithos made his offer.

They had to hurry, he reminded himself, but it was hard to even think of moving.

"No," he shook his head quickly, trying to get a grip on himself. "No, I- I don't want to leave her without..." Without saying goodbye. Which was ridiculous when he knew her soul would always be in her Exsphere. They didn't need to say goodbye. Ever.

But it was still so hard seeing her like this. He could only imagine how she must look beneath that shroud, and each image his mind made was worse than the last. She was tiny and frail. A corpse. A decaying body. Completely lifeless.

"...Will you come with me?" he asked meekly, eyes still staring forward.