ใ ค ( their ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ .แฃ ) ... ( they stand in the ruin, alone once again. visited by an omen, perhaps a guide. their anger had been confused, unable to direct itself toward anything good. their anger had only been pointed at themself. they came to this realization, and everything is quiet now. ) - - ใ ค
ใ ค i have nothing to gain in aiding you. i am merely. . . pointing your anger in the right direction. ( with a dismissive wave of the hand, the angel turns on his heel toward the remains of the city before fading out of view. ) happy hunting, bulletblood. ใ ค