He'd felt this strange haze since that day, below the complex. It seems to be coming back, but only as a vaguely remembered dream. Nothing solid, as of yet.

There was time. It seemed to be growing stronger, if he allowed it to come back of its own accord.

Genji receives a grunt of acceptance, before he reaches for a new backpack, in order to store what he's collected so far. Since it all appears free for the taking.