[i]Irina could barely hear the angelic being's pleas for forgiveness, although she could still feel and judge Astraeus' beautifully pure wings, the rosy blush and the curiously changing eyes, like a continuously changing display - only shown by an equally beautiful angel. Astra would hear the Vileblood's sword clatter to the ground, although clatter was the wrong word to use - she sat it upon the ancient, cold stone, allowing her right hand to be free as she cupped the side of Astraeus' face, her gloved thumb resting upon the angel's smooth cheek.[/i] [i]Next, she laid her knife upon the ground as well, or at least, underneath the angel's wings so that she would not cut herself, as Irina laid her left hand upon her own chest and smiled up at the being above her. She couldn't help admitting: she was... beautiful, and she hadn't even gotten her name yet. Scandalous - especially since Irina was married. But..[/i] [i]...It had been months, since Athena and Irina had last spoken to each other. And ever since, Irina had been on her own - sobbing quietly in the darkness, feeling her own hatred and grief swell up more and more, and fearful that it would break loose. The only person that she could even trust at this point, and consider a friend, was Grant - who was so beaten and old that he would surely die soon. The rest of those who cared for her... children. Arianna and Isaac, on some god-forsaken zombie-infested island, Mion being god-knows-where, and Pan... oh, Pan was so perfect and kind, just like... the angel.[/i] "...Shhh.." [i]Irina said, still beaming up at her savior with a genuinely grateful smile. How happy she was, too meet such a being that genuinely cared for her safety. Perhaps it was because she was an angel? Irina didn't know, but...[/i] "My lady, everything is alright...I promise. Thank you.. thank you. ...What is your name? I...I must know."