He gives a small start as he feels that glamour start to fade, eyes narrowing as he watches his own hand start to reshape itself before his eyes. And while it's not like he particularly wants Emet-Selch to ever conjure this memory up for him again ...

"... childhood friend." Gen finally offers a belated answer for that question as he averts his gaze, instead looking down into his hand like there's something there worth focusing on. "We basically grew up together."

He tries his damnedest to sound casual as he says that, fighting to maintain his usual brusque affect. But a trace of something vulnerable still creeps into his words when he hesitates, then adds at a low mumble, "Didn't think I'd ever get to see him again. ... I 'ppreciate it."