Last they spoke, before the fire, the angel barely held it together enough to grant him some sort of forgiveness, not long after the moment he got to watch just a few...minutes? Hours?- ago. The kind of foolish and naive thought that he could change things. That he could change minds. He hoped, he had to believe he was doing the right thing. He had to believe that the things he was sacrificing would lead to something. He had to believe everything would turn out alright.
It did, but not quite by their hand. Not the bigger parts of it, at least, and they're lucky to even be around to tell the tale, even if their lives have been in disarray since then. He certainly does count himself lucky, even with all the near misses. Even with the struggles and the fear. You spend enough time never even thinking something is for you, and the shock and surprise of new open doors will certainly last for more than a breath.
He doesn't say anything for a minute. Keeps his eyes on the sky, watching it turn purple, letting the sounds of the waves blanket them comfortably.
"I saw..." He eventually breaks the silence, but barely. He hesitates. "Us. On that same day. Earlier."
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It did, but not quite by their hand. Not the bigger parts of it, at least, and they're lucky to even be around to tell the tale, even if their lives have been in disarray since then. He certainly does count himself lucky, even with all the near misses. Even with the struggles and the fear. You spend enough time never even thinking something is for you, and the shock and surprise of new open doors will certainly last for more than a breath.
He doesn't say anything for a minute. Keeps his eyes on the sky, watching it turn purple, letting the sounds of the waves blanket them comfortably.
"I saw..." He eventually breaks the silence, but barely. He hesitates. "Us. On that same day. Earlier."