"That's it? Are you sure?" Genma asked. He twirled the ring around, feeling the weight of the gold heavy and strange on his thumb. "Maybe you should put on your clothes and we should get married again. Like with a priest or something."
Because it was important. It was vitally important. Raidou had to understand this. Genma reached for Raidou's hand, curling his gnarled, slender fingers around Raidou's bigger ones.
"We're soulmates. The Prong thing with the giant dick told me and I know it's true because the... the baiorin. Apple. Girl who I killed. Road with cotton clear air hot not here sign with a heart..."
He stopped and tried again, feeling his mind slide away from him like oil on water, slick and swirled with rainbow-black chaos.
"I was there and it tried to rape me only not and the.... the... black like corpses Kyuubi burned, blood I shed, should have died cold and alone..."
He looked at Raidou with a desperation his lover had probably never seen in his eyes before. And squeezed his hand.