"Do not overexert yourself. The danger is gone, you must take time to rest." It was as if he'd simply flipped a switch, all the rage and battle fervor gone in the blink of an eye, replaced with a tone as even and soft as a prayer. Where all that emotion had gone, well... Chances were good it was never actually gone to begin with.

But for now, for a moment, the angel actually embodied that once so plentiful love it was said The Father once had. Perhaps He did, but the memory of His glory was so clouded and faded now, he couldn't quite be sure if this too had only been so much propaganda.

"Just for a moment." Just to be sure. As much as he would have liked to have told Vivi to stay here until he felt whole again, he couldn't be sure how long that would be. And truly, truly, the last thing he wanted was to flicker out and die here in Lust upon an empty street, before the greasy remains of lowly fucking vermin.