a starter for @lordsecondsenju
Beyond exhausted, Genesis slid the train door behind him shut. Numb, staggered steps brought him through the almost empty isle, drawn to the quiet where only the patter of uneven rain crashing against the roof could be heard. The side of his face was bandaged, blinding an eye. And when he finally sat, it was with a weight far greater than his lithe figure could carry. Loss never felt good. Whether it was in terms of a single life, or the battle they now retreated from, tails tucked between their legs, it did not merely sting like a wound to mend over time. His eye would heal. But the dead would not return. Men he had trained, men he had mentored and trusted him, gone, some in his very own hands. It just wasn't enough. The last of his mana was spent as a medic, desperately stabilizing the most critical cases, perhaps in futility. But Genesis could no longer stand the gasps of agony, moans, and rasps of the wounded SOLDIER in the compartment he had just left. He was even willing to share a space with him if it bought him a few minutes of reprieve. A single, dull eye flickered up to regard that one, Tobirama Senju, fellow First and thorn in Genesis' side. And it filled the commander with a bitter taste on his tongue, their old feud a shadow that always seemed to make itself known at his worst times. A perpetual reminder of what he lacked.
"Just because the Director saw fit to send you as assurance for the extraction, don't get off thinking it was necessary, Senju. Team Bravo knew going in there had low probability of success." It was meant to be a diversion for the larger force under Angeal Hewley's command to strike. Some loss was expected. Just... not this brutal of an extent. ...It was actually almost impressive Senju had arrived when he did. Communications had been down for some time, and Team Bravo had practically swallowed behind enemy lines.
