Six million certainly is a lot older than him...but that still doesn't make him a baby, does it? Well, maybe it does to an angel. Maybe to an angel, everyone is a baby.
"My siblings are out hunting," he says plainly, looking up at Gabriel. His gaze isn't exactly trusting, but neither is it fearful or disgusted; simply innocent curiosity. "They could be in Lust. I don't know exactly."
He can sort of sense where they are, through the energy that connects all of them, the blessing present at their creation, but it requires a deeper dive than is polite at this moment in time, talking to someone new.
"Are you the only one here that's like you? Angels don't usually come here...are you looking for something?"
He'll be the first to tell him there's nothing left. Not even Minos' corpse is here any more, which is a strange relief. He hopes Minos has gone to a better, or at least more peaceful, place.
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"My siblings are out hunting," he says plainly, looking up at Gabriel. His gaze isn't exactly trusting, but neither is it fearful or disgusted; simply innocent curiosity. "They could be in Lust. I don't know exactly."
He can sort of sense where they are, through the energy that connects all of them, the blessing present at their creation, but it requires a deeper dive than is polite at this moment in time, talking to someone new.
"Are you the only one here that's like you? Angels don't usually come here...are you looking for something?"
He'll be the first to tell him there's nothing left. Not even Minos' corpse is here any more, which is a strange relief. He hopes Minos has gone to a better, or at least more peaceful, place.