Since they were young... Angeal chuckles, for all that it feels as though his throat is going to fall apart. "I guess if we think about it all back then... I guess I was the one who proposed first after all, wasn't I? All this time, I've just been working on upgrading a little flower ring."

Something better, something that would last longer, than simple stalk and flowers.

Genesis's hands, as always, burn red hot as they press up against his knuckles, cradle his hands and the treasure in it. Mentioning his mother...

"...I wanted her to be there for our wedding," Angeal finally says quietly. "I thought she would. I thought... we could finish up the war, once, and then that'd be it. I could take you, and Sephiroth, just get it done with." And they'd invite Lazard, and Zack, and all the others that Angeael ever taught or protected...