Angeal sighed and shook his head but he knew better than to argue with her. Even the Genesis he knew from home would demand to see it, and with reluctance he revealed his arm. The scrape was already beginning to heal. "It's nothing to worry about."

Which was true, but there was something in the back of his mind that played out a scene of some sappy romance novel. He mentally shook the thought away in favor of the here and now with his gaze up at the ceiling of the tunnel. A cascade of dust descends from the rocky surfaces.

"Something's wrong." Angeal's gaze moves about in an arc while the shock of the ground beneath them move, it stops just as quickly as it started. His hand reached for Genesis to keep her close. "We should move."