That next morning, Genevieve awoke to the sound of endorsed chanting aboard the top deck, a sound that was synonymous to watchers of a nearby brawl. When realizing this comparison, she pulled herself upright from the floor, which had been her bed for the night, and led her steps towards the top deck. Hoisting her dress above her ankles to do so, she came upon the clashing of swords, one weapon held by Crow as the other was then held by Klaus. Despite the danger this attention had placed upon Crow and Genevieve as a couple, he did not seem to care as he had instead distanced himself from reality and allowed his pride to become his prime motivation.
“Enough of this!” She attempted to cry out to both of them, but found the cheering of those on board having been far too loud for her to speak
