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Dec 03, 2021 2:35 PM
A sorcerer Zero summons an angel Sunburst.
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"I didn't think angels could misspeak."

His own physical stamina is giving a bit, but not in a way that'll actually affect him for a while now. His body may bleed but he remains in it, burning bright as ever. His pupils are blown and the candleflame is visible in them as he talks to her.

"I have no plans to let you go 'home', my dear. This is where you stay now."

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She looks like a war orphan - shell-shocked, eyes wide and fixed at some point in the middle distance.

"I didn't think so either, but then I did it. Please let me go home. My sisters will miss me."

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"I don't think I can do that, no. And -- sisters? Angels have families?"

He will not let Inara's distress get in the way of obtaining more knowledge about angels.

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"Why not? I'll be good. I won't say anything at all about this. My halo will restore me if you let me go and then there will be no evidence at all about what you've done." She pauses to wipe ichor from her neck, it feels tacky and gross and altogether undivine. She rolls it between her fingers, momentarily engrossed, before continuing.

"We're made in batches. I have half a dozen nestmates, we look after each other when we're out of Heaven proper. I miss them. It's hard to remember their faces in here."

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"I don't think you understand. I'm not scared of you snitching, I just want you for my own purposes. Sorry about your nestmates. I don't think you'll be seeing them again."

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"I have to see them. Don't you have any siblings? How could you be this cruel? My wings hurt, please let me heal them."

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"No siblings anymore, no. Good riddance to them. If you won't hurt me I'll let you out of the circle and tend to them myself."

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"I won't hurt you when you let me out of the circle." It's not a lie if she hurts him a little bit afterwards.

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"You sure? I've still got a knife in my hand, you know."

He mumbles something in Aramaic and brushes a foot over the circle of runes. Her cage disappears. After a moment's contemplation, he also brushes a foot through the circle of salt around it. The salt lining the doors and windows remain.

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She makes a break for the windows, willing her wings to heal.

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He makes a grab for her wings and only fumbles a little. The knife he holds pushes uncomfortably into her wing.

"Not so fast, I don't think."

His grip is surprisingly strong for someone currently bleeding out of multiple orifices.

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"Please. I want to go now."

She's not healing. Why isn't she healing? She's out of the circle, she should feel His will again and she's not.

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"We've barely even begun to know each other though! And I think you've made great progress so far, on letting go of the idea of Him. I'd love to see what you could do given a little more time."

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Her wing flutter helplessly in his hands. The crunch when his grip connected with her hollow bones terrifies her and she wants to get free but she's afraid she'll tear. The knife pinning them together doesn't help.

Her halo feels the same as it did inside the circle - purposeless, disconnected - and she's not healing and she's never going to escape. At least not right now.

She slumps, defeated for the moment. "At least let my halo heal me. I kept my promise."

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Oh, halo healing. He'd like to see this. He drops her wings.

"Go on."

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She glares at him. "It's not working in here because of whatever you've done."

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“Don’t blame me for that! I was just helping along what was bound to happen anyway.”

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"Fix it. Or you won't get to see me heal."

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“I’m sorry, fix it? Fix what? From my standpoint, you’re doing better than you ever have before. I don’t know how to fix your halo, though if you have any solutions I might consider them.”

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"Do you have desecrated hosts in here or something? I'm not getting any... Reception? My healing comes from Him."

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His face turns to one of disgust.

“No, I try not to keep any such artifacts longer than strictly needed. I do not appreciate reminders of Him, ever.”

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"Well, something is making it hard for me to access my form. Are you sure you turned off whatever ward you were using to keep me in that cage?"

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“I still have my salt wards, but nothing that powerful though. Nothing something like you couldn’t at least feel flex when you pressed up against it.”

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She can feel her breath quickening again, panic seizing her. So, she really is broken then. Whatever process Kestrel used to sever her from Heaven did so thoroughly enough that she's no longer one with Him. The thought terrifies her and she curls up on the ground in the corner of the room, as far away from Kestrel as she can be. Can she fix this? At least before this deranged psychopath cuts her up so badly she's barely alive anymore.

"Maybe it's not the wards," she mumbles.

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He walks towards her, hands held out as if approaching a skittish deer. The knife he’s holding ruins the effect a little.

”You’re okay, I’ll take care of you. I know this process can be hard.”

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