[Again, requests that the Fallen Child name themself. Has no one any respect for the calling of a demon, the approach of something beyond salvaging, a concept and a handful of numbers made flesh, for a certain value of "flesh." And they will say again - doe not call up Any that you cannot put downe.
Wasted words, it would seem.
There is a blissful irony in the name, Angel. The angel who has seen the surface; they will return, and the Underground will go empty.
It is true, in its own misleading way, is it not? Still, aside from a dark, amusing tangent, the thought yields nothing but unwanted memories. They eye her as she kneels there, speaking down to them, as most are wont to do. Iron out their expression, dully, and regard her with the empty distance such an exchange invites.]
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Wasted words, it would seem.
There is a blissful irony in the name, Angel. The angel who has seen the surface; they will return, and the Underground will go empty.
It is true, in its own misleading way, is it not? Still, aside from a dark, amusing tangent, the thought yields nothing but unwanted memories. They eye her as she kneels there, speaking down to them, as most are wont to do. Iron out their expression, dully, and regard her with the empty distance such an exchange invites.]
What do you think?
[Will you, Angel, name the Fallen Child?]