Even if he wanted to run, he'd have nowhere to go. No sister, no other family, no other friends. Mithos was his only friend. They really were friends still, right?

It was his fault Mithos's mood suddenly shifted and he was like this now. Mithos had been so nice to him, and he had to be the one to ruin everything.

He messed up.

Mithos's grip, both on his hand and with his eyes, was unflinchingly strong. Genis was frozen in place even as his face twisted and he fought back tears. How would he eliminate hate? How would he stop people from suffering?

This whole time, he wanted to think that not feeling anything at all would be painful, but that was wrong. Suffering was painful. Getting rid of it wasn't.

When he felt like he had nothing else left to lose and a pain in his chest that wouldn't go away, he understood that.

"There isn't any other way," he confessed. "Discrimination comes from the heart. There's no way to get rid of it forever."