Monster.
You said that, once, and you believed it.
But you never were, at least not to me.
I loved you, Genesis.
You were my brother, so many things I idolized, but you were never a monster.
Growing up, I wanted to be just like you-- beautiful, self-confident, perfect.
That's why I joined the Turks. I wanted to prove to everyone, to you, that I was good enough to be your sister.
And now? Do I believe that I've proven myself good enough, smart enough, fast enough? I honestly don't know. You're gone, so far from me, and I wish I could hear your voice, just one more time, telling me that I've gone a good job.
But I'll never hear from you again. You're gone, past the point I can reach.
So, from now on, I'll have to guide myself.
But perhaps, somewhere, you are still reaching out to guide me. And that means the world to me.