[ Archangel pauses to look around at the other planted trees. He muses over coming back as the tree is growing to disfigure it in some way so that they'd always know which one was theirs. But he shakes his head at the idea. ]
Then... why don't we think of all of them as ours?
[ Isn't that how he usually does things? There is only one special person to him, but everyone else is "precious" to Archangel. ]
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[ Archangel pauses to look around at the other planted trees. He muses over coming back as the tree is growing to disfigure it in some way so that they'd always know which one was theirs. But he shakes his head at the idea. ]
Then... why don't we think of all of them as ours?
[ Isn't that how he usually does things? There is only one special person to him, but everyone else is "precious" to Archangel. ]