Oh. Yeah, that. Zack looks away, expression tightening, that same obvious tension rushing back to the forefront. Resting a hand on the roof of the butchered vehicle in front of him, he casts that searching look across the ground, though he doesn't hesitate quite as long, this time, to answer.

It's better news, at least. Maybe.

"Genesis was alive, the last time I saw him." Better, actually, given the apparent relief he'd been granted from his constant degradation. But being totally incapacitated from their fight probably doesn't qualify him as having been well, at the time, either. Not exactly.

"But we weren't exactly friends."