Sepirah hadn't been far away, out with Angel, the way she usually spent her time recently. She always saw him, and he never seemed to push her away. The dark coated Spaniard's ears picked up as a calling howl came about, calling for their Aquila. Having seen many encounters like this, Angel knew what was coming. He knew that Inferni would end up one member less. And for all his worth he hoped Ezekiel still stood when the sun set that night. And for several reasons. The current Aquila had never done anything to bring about doubt, Angel respected him and that alone was a set reason. But also, because Columbine had been a competitor. They'd stood side by side as Hastati, but Angel had never liked him. Now it was just himself and Max. And while he was still young, the snow coated boy showed promise.
Standing up after a few minutes contemplating, Angel turned to Sepirah, 'Come on, let's go see for ourselves'. Sepirah joined him with a solemn nod. At heart both were eager to know of the result and with a respectful speed they found the site of the commotion. A smile would have appeared on their lips if the situation were different. But for now their sighs of relief were kept internal. Walking over to Helotes, who eyes were down turned, he spoke, 'Lo siento por su pérdida, Helotes. Espero que encuentre la absolución en Dios'.
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