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Characters: Genesis Rhapsodos and YOU
Location: All around the city
Rating: G? Just lots of emo here.
Time: February 28, all day
Description: Losing many people over a short period of time can take a toll on a man's well-being.

Losing people never really came easy to Genesis. Perhaps it did, a long time ago, when he was growing mad with the effects of degradation. But now that he was sane, he could feel how deeply it hurt to lose someone he cared for. What hurt even more so was that it didn't take much time for him to lose each person he grew close to.

The first to leave was one of his closest friends, Dante. Despite his falling out with Vergil, Genesis persisted to stay close with the other red-coated man. Losing him was almost as if losing a brother of his own. Carmine was next: his most fiery partner-- an unforgettable woman who had never left him dissatisfied. Granted, there were periods he realized that she was playing games with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as long as he had authority in some other ways. Then, there was Sakuya-- Carmine's antithesis, a quiet girl with a heart full of quiet poetry. Observing her was almost always like seeing poetry come to life. And finally, there was Clovis: a man he had considered his closest friend in all of Death City. It was his disappearance that cut into Genesis the most, like a fresh wound that couldn't close.

Until now, he was still hurting. And many times, he would simply go out of his way to wander about the city, wondering where the Goddess could take him next.

Comments

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Genesis laughs and grins right back at his Meister. At least books were something they could enjoy together.

"Interesting. I haven't been one for mysteries, but you've gotten me intrigued. Perhaps I should try reading a book or two."

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"You should. Reading is a very good way to spend one's leisure time. I can lend you these books, once I have finished them."

He pauses.

"With that, I probably shouldn't keep you waiting. You were going somewhere, were you not?" Edgeworth decides to start walking toward where he had parked his motorcycle. For all he knew, Genesis might actually have an appointment, or something of the sort.

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"I should know that. Reading is my pasttime, too. Except that I prefer what many call classic literature."

Genesis continues to follow Edgeworth, despite how the other implies that he must have other things to attend to.

"No, not really. I was just wandering about."

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So, they shared a fondness for reading. Perhaps he and his Weapon had more in common than he originally thought.

"Classic by your world's standards, or this world and era's classics?" Edgeworth asks as he neatly arranges the paper bag in the sidecar of his motorcycle. It probably didn't matter whether literature was considered classic by whichever world, but still, it would be interesting to know what Genesis considered "classic".

And apparently, Edgeworth was wrong. Genesis was just wandering...but that begged the question of why.

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"Well, more of by my world's standards... but I've tried reading some contemporary works and found them not as engaging as those I had found in the Classics section."

Genesis smiled, still continuing to follow Edgeworth. It seemed that he really did not have any business to attend to in mind.

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It didn't take long for Edgeworth to make sure the paper bag wouldn't topple or anything during his trip. He can't help but chuckle at Genesis not quite liking contemporary work. "Perhaps you have just been reading the wrong works and the wrong authors," he points out. Then he puts on his helmet and begins fastening it onto his head snugly.

"In any case, I must take my leave. Why were you wandering about?"

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"Maybe."

Genesis smiles, watching Edgeworth get on his motorcycle.

"No reason in particular. Perhaps, I've been unconsciously retracing my steps as a Zone Leader. I could have also simply lost myself in contemplation."

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Edgeworth is on the motorcycle now with his helmet securely fastened, but he doesn't start it just yet. He looks at Genesis skeptically; it was very difficult to reconcile Genesis's image as an experienced general with this...this wandering. The prosecutor had said he would take his leave, yes, but...

"Unconsciously retracing your steps," he repeated, pronouncing each word precisely, a slight touch of disbelief in his tone.

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"You don't believe that someone like me is capable of being so lost in thought?" Genesis laughs and looks at Edgeworth squarely.

"I guess I am but a romantic that way."

And with that, he grins.