[ Voice filled with compassion and understanding, he holds his hand out -- sap covered as it is -- to take the man's in consolation. ]
It reminds me of honey. Though, I may be misremembering. It has been quite a few years since I tasted anything. [ Archangel gives a little shrug of his shoulders. ] My memory says it is this, but is that right? [ And he pauses to pull his wings up from the dirt so he can stand. ]
Have you tried it? The sweetness that we were born from?
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[ Voice filled with compassion and understanding, he holds his hand out -- sap covered as it is -- to take the man's in consolation. ]
It reminds me of honey. Though, I may be misremembering. It has been quite a few years since I tasted anything. [ Archangel gives a little shrug of his shoulders. ] My memory says it is this, but is that right? [ And he pauses to pull his wings up from the dirt so he can stand. ]
Have you tried it? The sweetness that we were born from?