"I see." Harp's expression was unreadable. He had just been told how he would meet his end, yet the angel seemed perfectly fine with it. Though he wasn't smiling, he wasn't showing any sign of panic or distress. In fact, Harp was acting like a bored child forced to take a test. Slightly hesitant and cautious, but not genuinely afraid. As Bel spoke on, the angel couldn't help but tilt his pink eyes downwards sadly. "Even if you are right, it's better to have that fleeting happiness..." He whispered, with a hint of longing. 

When asked what he wanted, Harp stared at the demon blankly. It was as if he could peer into his soul, and was disgusted by what he foound there. "Death is irrelevant. I'm going to die eventually. It's alright, though. Nobody will miss me." The cupid murmured sadly. He then smiled at the demon. "I mean, even if I do die, I'd be happy knowing that I could bring at least one person joy." He said, refering to Bel. Did Bel like killing? Harp concluded he must, if he was willing to kill someone he had just met. "Oh, and I don't really eat aaany bad foods, except for maybe sugary stuff. So my blood'll probably make good bathing liquids." He said nonchalantly. Harp was honest. nobody would miss him. He had no family or notable friends, even his teacher didn't really like him too much. But being the optimist he was, Harp didn't care.

"What do you think my mission was?" Harp asked suddenly. However, instead of waiting for an answer, he continued. "It was to show you light. And I have, even if you didn't want to see it." He revealed. "But... I'm still here, and still without my wings. Not to mention I've revealed a lot about myself. Don't you think it's strange nobody's come yet? The angels are fast." He inquired. "Though they sent me on a mission, it was really just a glorified death sentence." He admitted piteously. Deep inside, Harp knew he was disposable, He laughed weakly. "Ha. Like I said, at least one of us gets to be happy! Lucky you." 

"As for what I want...?" He paused. Then smiled with what seemed to be real happiness, raw and unfiltered. "I know you probably don't care, but you asking me makes my empty soul warm anyways." Harp looked straight into Bel's eyes. "I want to be whole. I'm sure, when you first met me, you might have thought I was... stupid, but that's not it. It's like... my way of protecting myself, y'know?" Since he was to die soon anyways, there was little point in keeping everything in, right? "I'm always cold... and alone. Forced to watch people hold hands and be together, it hurts. Because I'm not like them. I'm different. I'm empty." He struggled to explain himself better. "I'm like a jar. Beautiful and perfect from the outside. But upon closeer inspection, there's nothing inside. Why? Nobody ever bothered to put anything inside, because they didn't want to put anything in the jar. Nobody ever showed me any attention or believed in me. So I'm empty. Go ahead and kill my worthless soul." He paused. "You seem like you're not whole, either, Bel. But you must be powerful to be able to kill me, right? So why does your heart..." The cupid gently placed his hand on the other's chest. "beat with such a sad noise...?"