Marie
After complications with both the Hero of Winds and his companion, Linebeck, Genesis had another thought in mind. The final bargainer statue, though weaker and misplaced from where it belongs, still had some power. Genesis needed to avoid the light with the poe he carried, so he promptly arrived in the shade of the landing. Genesis knew where he was headed, so the journey was quick. He did not mind leaving both Light and Linebeck to their devices. If just for a moment, he knew they could handle themselves. Though, he was doing his best to keep mental tabs on all of them meanwhile. One could never be too cautious in a war such as this one. And yet, it wasn't the War Genesis cared for. In fact, the idea of winning or losing.. Didn't matter to him. It was acts against the gods themselves and that of those who are spirits which dictated his action. He was angry, and rightfully so. Hopefully, this last resort could bring him solace. 

"Bargainer statue." Genesis speaks the moment no one else was supervising it. He stepped into the room, arms filled with Poe clearly unhappy with being held. At his hip, a lantern which held the spirit of Lion as well, though Genesis did not want to sacrifice the hero's spirit of another timeline for a possibility that may not work. He needed to be cautious. So, he studied the statue, awaiting an answer.

"Me?" Genesis pauses, stepping a bit closer to the statue now as it responded to him. He felt this off feeling at its delay to speak to him, but decided a response at all was something to be grateful for. "No. I cannot go. It is... Not something I'm yet ready for." He felt odd saying so out loud. Yes, he was tired. Yes, he'd longed for nothing but the true afterlife since... The gravity of the curse had made itself known all those years ago. But, he knew the offer could not be taken. Genesis was not so selfish. Or a better phrasing, not selfish enough.

He unhooks the lantern from his hip, placing it before the stature on the ground of its wooden frame. He stands there in silence for a moment, contemplating for himself what to say. Genesis takes just as long, if not longer to respond. 

"...He has been tied to fate for far too long. It's time he is free of it. Your... Brothers are unable to help him, the spirits of the depths remain lost. Are you truly still able to guide them?"
Amy
`You can feel as the statue talks to you that its uneasy and unsure of itself. Its almost... Panicking...`
Marie
"I do not... Require anything." Genesis says quite honestly. He was dead, and there really wasn't anything he needed in exchange for the spirits. He only wanted them to move forward. What more could he ask for? Though, there was some foresight. Something he realized hadn't exactly been considered by the other heroes. And with the state of the depths, perhaps there was *One* Thing he desired. One thing which could aid the heroes who needed it. 

"The... Dark clumps offer resistance to gloom. Even if I doubt it affects me, it may be a valued resource for the heroes I'm meant to guide." Genesis shows some hesitation at the suggestion. Mainly because his feelings for and desires of involvement were... Running dry. The gods hadn't helped him in any way moments ago, and there was a constant question in his mind now, one that made him wonder if any of this was worth it. 

"You seem ill at ease. Is there... Something more wrong?"