Week 0, Friday Post-Invesitgation - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[Ion's, uh, a little off balance right now. As soon as Fane, Varian, and Rebecca are done with him, he stumbles his way out in search of his partner. His whole body throbs in a dull ache, but his heart is in a much worse state. Stay close, he'd said. Not that this was his fault, but he feels terrible for the worry he may have caused nonetheless. His breath comes out in puffs as he finds the angel.]

Here I am! I'm so sorry!

[And he doesn't have his walking staff, so don't mind him as he immediately loses balance and collapses against the nearest piece of furniture, his knees buckling underneath him.]

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[melancoffeea]

[A living goddess? He'll never understand the logic of humans.]

Your role didn't sound so different from hers.

[He wonders, was Ion hated and revered too? Strange. Those who lead and guide should be loved, revered, and wanted by all. The ones who don't understand this are are foolish—and petty.]