"It's gotten quieter since the corpse, um....fell. Maybe they'll come back?" he offers, clearly sensing Gabriel's conflict, though he's not certain of the reason why.
You know exactly the reason why. Murderer. Executioner. WHY- IS- HE- HERE.
(They had been near-empty vessels once, ready to grow a soul - to see if a soul could be grown, something pure and bright in this great and never-ending pain and darkness. An act of creation. When Lust's city had been destroyed, those killed in its upheaval had flowed together...
Maybe he'd gotten more of that pain than the others had. The others didn't seem so bothered by it, but maybe that was because he had been the first, bearing the mistakes that had been corrected later.)
"Oh. I was the first one, so they didn't come out right. The other ones came out better." He says it without any pain or resentment. "I can still fly with them, but only for a little while."
He flaps them. They chime like small, soft bells against each other, a pure sound in the ruined gloominess of what had once been a thriving city. "They hadn't agreed on what they wanted me to be yet."
He looks out into the darkness. Where hasn't he searched? Likely the center, anywhere the corpse's shadow fell. He could say it was practicality, but it had been grief, too. Even though Minos was now truly dead, it still felt painful to look upon his twisted shade, knowing there was nothing he could do to make it right.
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You know exactly the reason why. Murderer. Executioner.
WHY-
IS-
HE-
HERE.
(They had been near-empty vessels once, ready to grow a soul - to see if a soul could be grown, something pure and bright in this great and never-ending pain and darkness. An act of creation. When Lust's city had been destroyed, those killed in its upheaval had flowed together...
Maybe he'd gotten more of that pain than the others had. The others didn't seem so bothered by it, but maybe that was because he had been the first, bearing the mistakes that had been corrected later.)
"Oh. I was the first one, so they didn't come out right. The other ones came out better." He says it without any pain or resentment. "I can still fly with them, but only for a little while."
He flaps them. They chime like small, soft bells against each other, a pure sound in the ruined gloominess of what had once been a thriving city. "They hadn't agreed on what they wanted me to be yet."
He looks out into the darkness. Where hasn't he searched? Likely the center, anywhere the corpse's shadow fell. He could say it was practicality, but it had been grief, too. Even though Minos was now truly dead, it still felt painful to look upon his twisted shade, knowing there was nothing he could do to make it right.