Cloud pushes Genesis' hand away. He'd rather fall than accept this man's help. Fortunately, he doesn't; he manages to make it back to his seat and leans forward, folding his arms on the bartop.

"I don't care." Maybe he sounds petulant, and if so, so be it. He tries to leave it at that, but the words keep falling out of their own volition. "Tell that to all the people he killed in cold blood. Tell that to my mother. There's plenty of blame for the both of you."