I'm always friendly with everyone. [ He replies easily. Archangel humors the idea of talking about what happened during the masquerade but decides against it. It would only ruin the transfer that they both want.

Well, that they both want , for now, . ]

It makes things easy for me, too. [ Archangel decides it's best to make it seem like they're cooperating. He even starts to undo the front of his clothes. The wings shudder before he undoes them so they fall to the ground. ] You're going to see something only a few have. Feel lucky.

[ Yet the tone of voice isn't teasing or seductive. It's bland and empty. Because as he reveals his chest, he shows off the mismatch of scars that are over his chest. It looks less like human skin and is not something a person could survive. He turns around to show his back - which has the same amount of scarring. ]

There it is. My shard.

[ He reaches up to the mess of ruined flesh to pull the shard out. It's between his shoulder blades but not so far up that he would not be able to remove it himself. ]

Here you are. [ He holds it out to Gen. ] Horrible, isn't it? The state of this body. But... it is my real body and for that, I am quite happy.