"If you were more from my time, you wouldn't help but to find out about me," Genesis said, shrugging as if it was natural to assume so. It was. After all, if it wasn't for his genes, the Tsviets would not have gotten as far as they did.

Genesis thought for a moment about withholding the information but then sighed. It really wouldn't matter in the end, now would it? It was not like Vincent would remember once he went back to the Planet.

"Hojo used my cells and Lucrecia's studies to create a group of SOLDIERs he called Deepground. They and you came to blows, so his notes on me would have been among his notes on them."