[He stares blankly at her for a few seconds, as if trying to remember who she is. Stupid mortals, always making the worst choices, over and over and over. The meaning of all this carnage keeps escaping his grasp. And a part of him just wishes to turn away and fly back to where he came from, to bang his fists against the gates of Heaven until...
He misunderstands her gesture, and unconsciously uses the handkerchief to wipe the tears he has not even noticed yet.]
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He misunderstands her gesture, and unconsciously uses the handkerchief to wipe the tears he has not even noticed yet.]
T-the air?