As she spoke he was down heartened. But then she said she would help. He grasped her hands so tight the blood started leaving his own hands. And he wept. Lazarus Rex. Ladies man, of sorcerer weekly, was crying in front of a woman. He lifted his head, making eye contact with her. "Sasha..." He beamed. "As soon as this is... over. I will not abandon Phoenix wing. I promise. Under heaven's gaze I swear it. I will just be gone for quite some time." He frowned, before remember she had been so sweet and kind to him. "You really are beautiful Sasha. In soul and in body." He smiled, before standing up, his bones cracking and him wincing. He put an arm out wide, before using the other hand, still linked with hers to pull her into a strong embrace. He whispered. "Angels do exist. I've found one." He knew it was corny, but what else was expected from a man such as himself?