"Oh! Sorry. You remind me of my siblings, that's all. They don't like to walk either." And he's hardly going to ask any of them to carry him, though occasionally he's been picked up and flown around on occasion.
He watches Gabriel go through several emotions in the span of roughly a minute and is more concerned than anything. He's not surprised when the angel doesn't give a name, and even less surprised when he decides that ACTUALLY getting away from something he doesn't want to talk about is the optimal course of action.
He really is very much like their siblings. It makes him a little fonder, a little less inclined to press, than he might otherwise be.
"Names are important, though! Everyone here used to believe that without a name, you would lose your mind faster..." He doesn't know if that's true, though.
But what he does know is true is that there's only one angel that's ever come down to Hell. He's young - but he isn't stupid. He knows, too, what Gabriel looks like; that at least had been etched into the memories of the souls that had flowed into him.
He looks at Gabriel with a melancholy older than he is for a moment, grave and unblinking.
"...If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay, though. Maybe later," he says agreeably, before continuing to amble into the ruins. "We can talk about other stuff instead."
He does not elaborate. If Gabriel wants to avoid more awkward conversations, he might want to pick a topic that agrees with him.
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He watches Gabriel go through several emotions in the span of roughly a minute and is more concerned than anything. He's not surprised when the angel doesn't give a name, and even less surprised when he decides that ACTUALLY getting away from something he doesn't want to talk about is the optimal course of action.
He really is very much like their siblings. It makes him a little fonder, a little less inclined to press, than he might otherwise be.
"Names are important, though! Everyone here used to believe that without a name, you would lose your mind faster..." He doesn't know if that's true, though.
But what he does know is true is that there's only one angel that's ever come down to Hell. He's young - but he isn't stupid. He knows, too, what Gabriel looks like; that at least had been etched into the memories of the souls that had flowed into him.
He looks at Gabriel with a melancholy older than he is for a moment, grave and unblinking.
"...If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay, though. Maybe later," he says agreeably, before continuing to amble into the ruins. "We can talk about other stuff instead."
He does not elaborate. If Gabriel wants to avoid more awkward conversations, he might want to pick a topic that agrees with him.