Haa? [ Gen's memory isn't bad for what it is, but with his head full to bursting with too many thoughts and his pulse pounding in his ears, he needs far too long to realize what Voryn is talking about. Given the way he fixes a bleary, wild-eyed stare on Voryn in silence for a solid few seconds, it must be obvious when the slow gears in his head finally click into place and he gives a low scoff. ] Oh. You're that guy.

[ His memories are still hazy, but he does recall enough. The strange, grandiose way this man had spoken, along with his insistence on acting noble. And also -- his seemingly steadfast belief in Meridian.

Sure, he can work with this.

The corners of Gen's lips rise in a lopsided, wolfish smirk as he slowly eases himself forth another half-step to crowd into Voryn's personal space; that grip on the other's arm doesn't relent, even knowing he'd come close to being struck. His voice is low with a note of something conspiratorial when he drawls, ]

Well -- what was it you said back then? You gotta be there to protect the weak Meridian, or something? You're sooo noble and cool. But you're not in any state to do that right now, are you? [ A meaningful pause before he continues. ] I can help you get there, you know.