Kuro listens silently to everything the angel has to say, looking over ah him with half lidded eyes as he waits for the boy to come to his senses. [i]'As long as he's “woe is me”ing, there's no way to get through to him. I need him out of his own mind if I'm not just going to take advantage of his saddened state. . .'[/i] And sad he is. The conflicting feelings running through the smaller male riles up mixed feelings in the demon as well. A mix of hunger, and sorrow. He wants to comfort Aoba, but also to consume him. As he flops over on his wing Kuro refrains from saying anything, wanting, no, needing to wait for the right opening.

When at last Aoba seems in the present rather than dwelling on his own inner turmoil Kuro finally moves. Slowly and carefully, both for his sake and the angels, he scoops the smaller male up and settles him in his lap. Making sure his wings are safe and clear he leans back against the wall of the stall and holds Aoba close like a human mother would her distraught child. With a long sigh, he begins addressing the issues in order, his mind rather numb from the pain, lack of energy, and his worn controls from having to restrain himself. In the back of his mind he notes that he should go feed soon.

“What's going on here is you're just being silly and caring more about what other people are telling you is right instead of listening to your own heart. Even Yahweh knows that your heart is your best guide, and that preacher man, Gerard, was just upset because of his own personal biases. . . Which I don't blame him for, I hate him too, but that's besides the point.” Kissing Aoba's temple he whispers, “What is right is what you think it is, and nothing else. I'm not saying this as an evil corrupting demon either. Remember, I have angel in me too. I can do good things, even if they make me ill.” He chuckles hugging Aoba gently.

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Fenrir has no idea what he missed, but when he finally gets the chance to look at the mirror again and spots the demon sitting in the stall with Aoba he nearly flies off to earth without a second thought. However when the demon begins talking he stills, halfway out of his chair, to listen. He is so astounded by the demon's words however that he falls hard back into his chair. He never, in a million years, thought he'd hear a demon, talking like an angel. His only solace is that yes, he is part angel. . . .[i]'That's right. That demon is the son of Satan, so. . .He's half angel. . .That. . .That could explain why Aoba was so drawn to him, and why the guards hated him so much. Each of them was acting on a different natural instinct. . .I was not around him long enough to be affected. . .'[/i]

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“As for coming down here. . .” he continues, no longer whispering but still speaking softly. He thinks about it for a moment then shakes his head. “Nah. You are an amazingly kind, caring, and loyal kid. If you never were assigned to me, you never would have seen that side of heaven, and you never would have doubted.” He pokes the angel's nose playfully. “You are what every angel should hope to be, however being a perfect angel has one major downfall. It puts you on a razors edge which is easy to fall off of. You are the kind of kind that would make even Gabriel jealous.” He laughs lightly, wincing as it once more reminds him of his broken ribs.

“Also, you're not depressing, just honest. . .You don't have to hide your tears around me. . .Though I would keep them from Dani. They make you look tasty.” He chuckles, adding to his pain. Carefully he rubs gently between Aoba's wings to help him stay calm as he goes on to address his own injuries. “Speaking of Dani, I am so whupping his ass.” Before Aoba can ask Kuro goes on to explain. “See, I knew Pops would know I was captured, and be upset over it, but I checked with Dani so I would know just [b]how[/b] upset he was, but Dani lied. . .Pops was a lot more upset than Dani said, and after tearing me a new one for worrying him, he added a few broken bones because I didn't come right home afterwords.”

Holding tight to Aoba so he doesn't immediately try and doctor him, wanting to finish the story. “See, Pops is a little extreme in his expressions of love since he was cast out. He would never hurt me so bad that I'm disabled or anything, but he will make sure that his kids know that they've done something he doesn't approve of. It's why I'm using the method I am with Dani for control. He grew up with it, he's use to it, and it works for us.” He gives Aoba a faint peck on the lips, praying he doesn't flip out. “Pops loves me, very very much, he just overreacts. We're different from humans and angels, so don't go thinking that “you don't hurt the ones you love”, okay? Every species is different. . .”

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[i]'You know, this explains why the interrogators never got anything out of him'[/i] Fenrir muses, a part of him satisfied to know that the demon is hurt. A part of him he doesn't quite acknowledge at the moment. [i]'If he's use to his own father, the king of hell, tearing him a new one out of love, nothing we could ever even conceive of doing to him would even phase him. . .'[/i]