It wasn't uncommon, as he'd already indicated! But Cassiel's reaction to the humble suggestion that they merely tell their superior of their feelings betrayed the truth, and everything said after that was only more evidence on the pile. His accusation struck true, and the sound that they made could only be considered a laugh in passing. Were Sisyphus a kinder man, he might have withdrawn in guilt, and a more pious man might have felt sicked to hear such a wretched noise from someone so holy.
Sisyphus only filled his glass, as if he heard nothing at all, awaiting the expected response; no argument, no denial. That in and of itself was as good as an admission of guilt. Guilt, at experiencing love. He snorted, heaven is a wretched place.
"We reside within one of those creations at present, I shall describe them precisely as they are." He moved without hesitation, as if he could tell from how their armor clinked and their cloth rustled precisely what they wanted. Without error he found their glass and filled it for them.
"Are you all so terrible at lying? You couldn't manage even some light principled indignation. I'd almost think you agreed with me, angel."
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Sisyphus only filled his glass, as if he heard nothing at all, awaiting the expected response; no argument, no denial. That in and of itself was as good as an admission of guilt. Guilt, at experiencing love. He snorted, heaven is a wretched place.
"We reside within one of those creations at present, I shall describe them precisely as they are." He moved without hesitation, as if he could tell from how their armor clinked and their cloth rustled precisely what they wanted. Without error he found their glass and filled it for them.
"Are you all so terrible at lying? You couldn't manage even some light principled indignation. I'd almost think you agreed with me, angel."