"So I've been told." He'd worked occasionally with Minos, prior to the Prime Soul's execution. Gabriel had kept him at a distance of course, strictly professional, and he could never have claimed to know him as well as the people he so cared for. But he remembered, now more than ever, how the King had responded when Gabriel descended to end his life; he'd never raised a hand against him, only his voice.
It was less than an execution, it was nothing short of murder. A murderer.
The thought was buried frantically, not allowed to speak any further.
"For mortals, it is. All of them possessed it once, before they became these mindless husks. But for beings such as you and I it's... complicated." The answer should have been no. But the blood slicked floors of Heaven's senate would be a grim and violent suggestion otherwise.
"Ah... Yes, Heaven wouldn't have- Well, if the Council had been aware of..." Why did he keep running into these fucking awful goddamn mental walls?! No he would not be reckoning with them right now, fuck this!
"It's no matter, there's nothing you need fear from 'up there', as it were, I can promise you that." He finally, finally touched down again, walking in step with Vivi. "It appears that this street is empty as well..." This really wasn't looking good for the prospects of potentially locating any still human souls, was it?
A shifting in yet another darkened alleyway drew his attention... And despite their hopeful search, his hand still drifted immediately to Justice's hilt, his back straightening.
"Or, perhaps not..." He raised his voice, calling out to the vague black shapes he could just barely make out moving in the shadows there, "Identify yourself immediately or be-"
... Let it never be said that he didn't receive a prompt and informative response. Gabriel wouldn't finish that demand, frankly he couldn't, and really didn't have to, as from the cluttered alleyway burst a veritable goddamn torrent of gibbering, drooling, twitching filth and strays, stinking of blood, with some even dragging along the scavenged remains of machines that had fallen afoul of more dangerous husks.
His response may as well have been automatic for how quickly he positioned himself in front of Vivi, both blades practically flying into his hands in the blink of an eye as the angel swore a goddamn fucking blue streak.
He should have picked the fucking kid up he should have been flying this whole time.
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It was less than an execution, it was nothing short of murder. A murderer.
The thought was buried frantically, not allowed to speak any further.
"For mortals, it is. All of them possessed it once, before they became these mindless husks. But for beings such as you and I it's... complicated." The answer should have been no. But the blood slicked floors of Heaven's senate would be a grim and violent suggestion otherwise.
"Ah... Yes, Heaven wouldn't have- Well, if the Council had been aware of..." Why did he keep running into these fucking awful goddamn mental walls?! No he would not be reckoning with them right now, fuck this!
"It's no matter, there's nothing you need fear from 'up there', as it were, I can promise you that." He finally, finally touched down again, walking in step with Vivi. "It appears that this street is empty as well..." This really wasn't looking good for the prospects of potentially locating any still human souls, was it?
A shifting in yet another darkened alleyway drew his attention... And despite their hopeful search, his hand still drifted immediately to Justice's hilt, his back straightening.
"Or, perhaps not..." He raised his voice, calling out to the vague black shapes he could just barely make out moving in the shadows there, "Identify yourself immediately or be-"
... Let it never be said that he didn't receive a prompt and informative response. Gabriel wouldn't finish that demand, frankly he couldn't, and really didn't have to, as from the cluttered alleyway burst a veritable goddamn torrent of gibbering, drooling, twitching filth and strays, stinking of blood, with some even dragging along the scavenged remains of machines that had fallen afoul of more dangerous husks.
His response may as well have been automatic for how quickly he positioned himself in front of Vivi, both blades practically flying into his hands in the blink of an eye as the angel swore a goddamn fucking blue streak.
He should have picked the fucking kid up he should have been flying this whole time.