"Virtues matter more to angels, I think. I don't know if I've gotta worry about those..." Vivi has an only scattered idea of virtue; his knowledge base, such as it is, is made of the fragments of sinners. It's merely one of many new and novel ideas to him.

"I didn't get anything like that when I was made. Like asking for obedience or anything. I think they just wanted to make me to see if they could."

His footsteps echo through the deserted streets. Gabriel's light is an effective deterrent for most things, though he keeps an orb in his palm just in case.

"I hope there's some...I hope they come back. I'd like to meet them." There's a strong wistfulness to his tone. He doesn't make an attempt to hide or stifle his emotions; it's part of what gives off that childlike impression. "But I guess...if I haven't seen any before, it'll take a long time for me to see any."