"It's us," Angeal agrees, brushing his tear streaked cheek against Genesis's hand. It's hard to put a name to the emotion he's feeling - if there's even only one there, amidst everything swirling about in his breast.

"I was going to do it on ma and pa's anniversary..." Carry on the tradition. Make it a happy event not only between the two of them, but everyone they loved, everyone they cared about. Just like how he was always made to feel like an important part of his own family, how they pulled Genesis in, too.

The Hewley anniversary always felt like so much more than simply the day his father and mother ran off in the middle of the night to badge the judge into letting them marry.

Another breath. He's still not stopped shaking. "I love you, Genesis. I don't have the poetry for it you do, but I love you so much."