[Dezel winces slightly at the sound of Rose being shocked by static electricity. Damn this place at iimes... He hadn't meant for that to happen.]
It isn't just about Pendrago, it's--!
[Before he can even finish, Rose is taking over the cot, turning her back on him. Some part of him wants to grab her and pull her off of it, but in doing so, he might hurt her. Teeth grinding in aggravation, he leaves her where she is for the moment.]
It might not be my fault that I'm an angel of death, Rose, but what I did to you for five years after everything went to hell absolutely was... I used you for my own purposes. Just like I tried to use you that night in Pendrago.
Like a fool, I also made the mistake of prioritizing the dead over the living. Everything could've been better for me when Sorey came along with the other seraphim and helped you start seeing what was really around you. I had a chance to have friends again, and I threw it all away for revenge. I endangered you, I threatened the mission Sorey set himself on as a Shepherd...
[Though his tone had started off angry enough, his voice louder than need be, it all starts to peter off the more he talks. Eventually he just sounds exhausted. Still, he refuses to abandon the cot completely, unwilling to go to his own bed. Rather, he stands between the two, frustrated, awkward and hands clenched into fists while his gaze remains off to one side.]
My time should be spent making up for that. It's the only thing that feels right.
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It isn't just about Pendrago, it's--!
[Before he can even finish, Rose is taking over the cot, turning her back on him. Some part of him wants to grab her and pull her off of it, but in doing so, he might hurt her. Teeth grinding in aggravation, he leaves her where she is for the moment.]
It might not be my fault that I'm an angel of death, Rose, but what I did to you for five years after everything went to hell absolutely was... I used you for my own purposes. Just like I tried to use you that night in Pendrago.
Like a fool, I also made the mistake of prioritizing the dead over the living. Everything could've been better for me when Sorey came along with the other seraphim and helped you start seeing what was really around you. I had a chance to have friends again, and I threw it all away for revenge. I endangered you, I threatened the mission Sorey set himself on as a Shepherd...
[Though his tone had started off angry enough, his voice louder than need be, it all starts to peter off the more he talks. Eventually he just sounds exhausted. Still, he refuses to abandon the cot completely, unwilling to go to his own bed. Rather, he stands between the two, frustrated, awkward and hands clenched into fists while his gaze remains off to one side.]
My time should be spent making up for that. It's the only thing that feels right.