[ With all eyes on Dextera, Archangel could wear whatever expression that he wanted as the man was choked to death. His fingers twitch at his side as he wishes yet again that he could have been the one to do it, but his manic excitement and joy over killing him would be far, far too obvious.
Still, one can dream--
It truly sets him at ease that Dextera has no memories. For it is just as he wanted it to be; he wanted to start over with him once he noticed the man was straying from his plans.
It seems this world really does favor me.
His mind continues to purr and coo about what a picture Dextera looks as life is being drained out of him. It continues its own self-masturbatory congratulations that he has yet again survived to hopefully be able to carry out his ultimate plan yet again.
Because now there are so many more people that require salvation.
His head cants as soon as Dextera appears to be dead ans steps forward. Archangel shares a little, sad smile with Hythlodaeus; it is forced in his own way as he would rather make some snide, possessive remark about how close he thinks he is with Dextera.
He reaches a hand out to gently rest it on Amos's shoulder; he gives it an affectionate and supportive squeeze before holding his hand out to receive the aforementioned Shard.
And he answers Hythlodaeus first: ]
I will keep him safe. I, too, desire his return. A single death is not enough to absolve anyone from all their sins. Certainly, they are gone, but the impact of what they have done lingers.
[ Softer, kinder: ] It is good that he has changed so much to think of others. It means that when he returns that he can truly start to heal his soul from what he has done.
[ And to Amos, himself: ] Thank you. You've done more for us than you can know. And I do mean that I will be grateful for your part in this... we did not have a chance to share names, so might we have yours first, our dear savior?
[ How I long to wring your neck being allowed to kill him. But alas, I think Iβm too weak for something like thatβ¦ ]
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Still, one can dream--
It truly sets him at ease that Dextera has no memories. For it is just as he wanted it to be; he wanted to start over with him once he noticed the man was straying from his plans.
It seems this world really does favor me.
His mind continues to purr and coo about what a picture Dextera looks as life is being drained out of him. It continues its own self-masturbatory congratulations that he has yet again survived to hopefully be able to carry out his ultimate plan yet again.
Because now there are so many more people that require salvation.
His head cants as soon as Dextera appears to be dead ans steps forward. Archangel shares a little, sad smile with Hythlodaeus; it is forced in his own way as he would rather make some snide, possessive remark about how close he thinks he is with Dextera.
He reaches a hand out to gently rest it on Amos's shoulder; he gives it an affectionate and supportive squeeze before holding his hand out to receive the aforementioned Shard.
And he answers Hythlodaeus first: ]
I will keep him safe. I, too, desire his return. A single death is not enough to absolve anyone from all their sins. Certainly, they are gone, but the impact of what they have done lingers.
[ Softer, kinder: ] It is good that he has changed so much to think of others. It means that when he returns that he can truly start to heal his soul from what he has done.
[ And to Amos, himself: ] Thank you. You've done more for us than you can know. And I do mean that I will be grateful for your part in this... we did not have a chance to share names, so might we have yours first, our dear savior?
[ How I long to wring your neck being allowed to kill him. But alas, I think Iβm too weak for something like thatβ¦ ]