It was her hair, he thought--it was the same color as Genesis'.
I'm on the same bus with you here! Ab-so-frickin-lutely on the same bus. I think. (Either you're implying it's no accident, or I'm actually on a different bus...) Nevermind, I'm too busy flailing from the rest of it!
They were an impossibility, and the impossible was something he had learned long ago should be mistrusted.
This is where I went "ohshit", just so's you know.
Reading through the comments, where you said I was intending to write Sephiroth, Needer of a Blankie and a Lie-Down, and instead got Sephiroth, Destroyer of Worlds. -- that's where I sort of nodded and huddled under my own blankie...
What an awesome birthday present! Thank you! *glomps*