Something akin to shock jolts through her when Balthazar gets close. He speaks of primal urges, of instincts deeper than rational thought. Right now, all of hers are screaming at her to bow, to move out of the way, to defer to the Named celestial before her. Nike doesn't move for several seconds.
She is Named, too. She is Purposed, now, too. She does not need to bow and scrape and hide the way her sisters would. Her fingers still tremble slightly.
"All of my kin are 'angels'. Bound angels to be exact. The..." Why does her throat close rather than speak the truth? Nike isn't enough accustomed to shame to recognize it as she soldiers on. "The lowest order of justice arcana demons. But that is no longer my role." No longer her shackled lot in life.
Her fingers wring at the cloth but there is comfort to be taken in Balthazar's words. A sense to the madness she has been thrust into living in the midst of.
"They desire...offspring. Even when it is unplanned or impossible biologically. E-even when there are worlds at stake and every resource is precious. They do this because of...instinct?"
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She is Named, too. She is Purposed, now, too. She does not need to bow and scrape and hide the way her sisters would. Her fingers still tremble slightly.
"All of my kin are 'angels'. Bound angels to be exact. The..." Why does her throat close rather than speak the truth? Nike isn't enough accustomed to shame to recognize it as she soldiers on. "The lowest order of justice arcana demons. But that is no longer my role." No longer her shackled lot in life.
Her fingers wring at the cloth but there is comfort to be taken in Balthazar's words. A sense to the madness she has been thrust into living in the midst of.
"They desire...offspring. Even when it is unplanned or impossible biologically. E-even when there are worlds at stake and every resource is precious. They do this because of...instinct?"