[ Archangel draws closer; he lifts his hand up like he would set it down on the manβs shoulder in comfort. But he catches the sight of sap still shining slightly on his fingers. His expression holds the amount of compassion he wishes to give in touch as he lets his hand drop down to his side. ]
People have got it wrong. They seem to believe happiness is only obtained through the ruin of someone else. Even those that have βpureβ happiness, it comes at the expense of another.
[ He closes his eyes, drops his head. ] But I am with you⦠they are made for a life and future so much better than the ones they think they deserve.
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[ Archangel draws closer; he lifts his hand up like he would set it down on the manβs shoulder in comfort. But he catches the sight of sap still shining slightly on his fingers. His expression holds the amount of compassion he wishes to give in touch as he lets his hand drop down to his side. ]
People have got it wrong. They seem to believe happiness is only obtained through the ruin of someone else. Even those that have βpureβ happiness, it comes at the expense of another.
[ He closes his eyes, drops his head. ] But I am with you⦠they are made for a life and future so much better than the ones they think they deserve.