Gabriel too, was bitter. This was why he did not flinch at the words that had once cut into his skin and did not show that she had struck something close to his heart. Many wolves before her had denied God. Many more would do so before he died. He had become used to it. He sometimes felt pity for these strangers, but often, he felt nothing. Those righteous would be saved, and those who did not believe…well, they had a thousand worlds beyond the Kingdom of Heaven. One of them would be suitable, he supposed.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said quietly, almost to himself. Then he turned and raised his voice, eyeing her as if he might an opponent in battle. “If that’s the case, then you should be happy Haku’s dead. Your daughter’s been avenged.” In a way, it was that simple. Even so Gabriel braced himself for what he was certain would come. She was, after all, a woman—and they were such emotional creatures.
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