Nothing but a cold machine;
A faceless facade of strength.
Betrayed by his family,
Cast out from all he had known.
Rage filled his still-human heart,
A burning desire to see the Family dismantled.
A hunger to see his brother again,
To show him the pain he had caused.
"Playboy," he was once called,
But no longer could he be.
Who, man or woman, could ever love a machine?
Who could love a broken man?
No, he could not chase the past.
He could only control the present,
And all he could think of was revenge.
Vengeance now consumed his soul,
Retribution his life force.
The Family would fall,
His brother at the helm.
The Family thought he was dead,
But he was anything but.
All would know that he lived;
Genji Shimada does not die.