Cor destroys.
But he has a really good reason.
He destroys, and he moves.
"Or not? I was not designated comforter of the traumatized in the war, I did healing and refugee stuff."
"—nobody's ever asked me that before, is all. You know what, sure, I will take a hug."
"Huh, dunno. If the wings are too confusing there can just not be wings," and his wings neatly vanish.
Hug! What a good.
"Thanks," he says, letting go. His wings fluff out from his back again.
He looks at Cor thoughtfully.
"I'd be pretty annoyed if you died," he says. "I hope you don't get eaten by the disappearing planet."
"You and me both. With the hoping, not the being annoyed, I'd be too dead to be annoyed."
"I will try my best not to let anyone who has not yet been eaten by the disappearance points get that way."
"It went well! They're dismantling the moonshot project and picking scouts now."