Aoba quietly shrugged, although he knew many ways in which he considered himself a burden. For one, all this work Kuro was doing was technically all of Aoba's responsibilities. Even if the demon was avid on some sort of debt he had to pay. The fallen angel had long since forgiven him. It wasn't like he could hold much of a grudge anyway. All the work Aoba was supposed to be doing was a consequence of being a fallen angel. It was his responsibility, but even he knew there wouldn't have been much hope for his survival if Kuro hadn't decided to stay. And technically, Kuro had saved him plenty of times from the wandering demons- that was a life for a life in a sense. . . And yet here he was, humming away, helping him with his life.

It started to make him wonder. . . [I]'What's in it for him? He says that he wants to help and has some debt to pay but. . . Demons don't just help angels. That's not how things work.[/I] Aoba got a little doubtful, but that only let him know that he was still an angel- and hadn't been tainted too much. There was still some sort of angelic aura fighting for his purity. He recalled every time Dani referred to him as a toy. [I] A toy? I wouldn't be useful as someone's pet. . . I'm not very good at much. He could find some other fallen angel couldn't he? [/i] Well. That might have been kind of difficult considering not many angels were kicked out. 

He went cold for a moment as he thought about the other angels. Not once had he thought about what his parents might have thought. Even if he didn't see them often, he still cared about their opinion- well now that didn't matter. . . He was sure all of the angels were probably glaring down at him with anger and disappointment. Aoba couldn't help the fact that for some reason demons wanted to stay around him- though now he was weary of the costs. 

Both his parents spent time on earth. The thought of seeing them face to face made him feel sick with dread and worry. He wasn't sure he could handle that situation. 

- - - - 

When the soul mirror connected to Aoba, Fenrir sighed in relief. [I]'He's still alive. Good. [/I] Even still, he could practically feel the tumble of emotions that were going through the fallen angel. It amazed him how he could handle them all without going crazy. Angels didn't have to worry about so many turmoils and traumas all at once. And here was Aoba facing it all. . . After another moment, he could see Aoba. Though, his eyes narrowed at the company he had. Why was that demon near Aoba? [I]'Aoba. . . Run. Get away from him. What are you-'[/I] Looking closer, he noticed they were holding food. It only further confused him. 

Was he being helped? It was hard to make out, considering he couldn't hear them talking. Fenrir looked up at the door, making sure it was closed completely before looking at the mirror once more.