Madara's lips are soft, illegally soft. Disgustingly soft. Joseph's are chapped, wrinkly, and barely kept together due to him being an amalgamation of old men.
The only thing his lips--- no, his *body* felt before Madara were the cold, unforgiving surfaces of the lab.

After a moment, Madara pulls away. He looks at the world around him, and the smile he had due to the experience withered away.
"...So please, bring us all back to the true world. If not for yourself, then do it for me."

Joseph is in a state beyond shock.
What was he supposed to say? That he would've never felt anything without him? That he was the only person who hadn't fucked him over? That he loves him? Probably.
It doesn't matter.

"...Mikejima."

"Yes?"