[The change in the child's tone was more troubling than anything else. It was a split second shift, left Angel in a state of mental whiplash. For a long moment, she simply gazed at the young person before her. The back of her brain prickled, warning her of an inexplicable threat. It was a sharp juxtaposition to the frame before her. While Angel may have looked as if she might blow away in the wind, this was a child. If any trouble arose...]
[But it wouldn't.]
[Angel shook her head, both responding to the girl and her own troubled mind. There would not any problems. Whatever she had thought she'd seen or heard in her counterpart, it had been an illusion. Perhaps a manifestation of fears, or even her own powers playing tricks on her.]
No, I'm sorry. [She knelt down before the child, offering an apologetic smile.] It's been a long few days, is all.
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[But it wouldn't.]
[Angel shook her head, both responding to the girl and her own troubled mind. There would not any problems. Whatever she had thought she'd seen or heard in her counterpart, it had been an illusion. Perhaps a manifestation of fears, or even her own powers playing tricks on her.]
No, I'm sorry. [She knelt down before the child, offering an apologetic smile.] It's been a long few days, is all.
My name is Angel. Who are you?