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[Kaviel]

These days, there wasn't much that surprised Remy. Being over four hundred years old, he's seen his fair share of things. What still surprised him to a point though, was how stupid the hunters could be. Just recently, there was a surge of two new species going out through the city. And from what he's remembered in the past, they were hunter created. Again, the idiots had failed at permanently solving their mistakes, and it was coming back to bite them in the ass. If only they had gotten rid of the Reaper and Fae species food good all those years ago, and made sure they were dead, this problem wouldn't be happening. But alas, their ignorance and arrogance was shining through once again. Now there were two more species that he had to keep in check, all because of the mistakes of the hunters.

At the moment though, Remy wanted a bit of time to himself. So he flew out to the outskirts of the city, keeping far away from where the hunters liked to hang out. After coming across the collapsed bridge, Remy descended and landed lightly on the asphalt of its surface. Walking a bit further up the bridge, he folded his wings back up before coming to a stop at the top. It was often that he came out here, just to take time to himself. Remy lead a chaotic life, dealing with the war and all the troubles it brought with it. So it was nice to have a place to go and be in the quiet for awhile. And as he stood on the bridge, overlooking a small part of the city, there were a number of things running through his mind. It all really centered around one thing though, and that thing was another angel who had been cast down from Pandorum.

Both he and Kamiya had agreed to close the pathway between there and the Earth, so it had Remy pretty damn interested. Of course, he wasn't exactly pleased that someone got through, and he hoped that there wouldn't be more. So with time to himself, Remy decided to use his telepathy to contact those angels in Pandorum, and ask them how the hell someone came to Earth. Standing at the edge of the bridge with head lowered some and his eyes closed, he made the connection, mumbling the words in their language. Since he was from Pandorum himself, it was "native" language so to speak, and any other species here on Earth, wouldn't have the slightest clue as to what he was saying. The language itself, wasn't like Russian, German, or anything like that. It was actually an old ancient dialect, made up by the angels themselves.

After having a brief talk with them, he "disconnected" from the telepathy and brought himself back to the real world. Nevertheless, he still wasn't pleased, and wanted to seek out this angel for himself. So again, he asked his angels in Pandorum about there this being could be, or where he could be heading. The answer he got...the truck stop. Lucky for Remy, that was right in this area. So he extended his wings once more and took flight through the sky. It didn't take him long to reach the truck stop, and once he did, he landed gently behind the trucks before retracting his wings and hiding them. Then he walked into the diner before making his way up to the long, main table up front. It was the classic setting for a diner, and it seemed as if it were taken straight out of the 30's. However, he didn't sense any presence of the angel he was looking for. So he sat at the table, and ordered a simple drink while he waited.

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Tag: Patch
Word Count: 628
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Wearing: See siggy and header image
Credit: Lycan

[dan]

A gentle breeze rushed past as he twisted his hand on the accelerator over taking many car's whom gave a frustrated beep as he did so, ignoring them like always Patch drove on the road rushed under the bikes wheel, the air was different, something waited, whatever it was he doubted it was anything good, he frowned softly behind his visor of his helmet, if he had it his way, he wouldn't wear one, but stupid law permitted it, although most of the time it was just there. City lights rushed by voices filled the night around him lovers talked as they walked in the moon light, as he drove past the couple in question he caught a part of the conversation, it really was irritating how even though he had been sent down he was still stuck with the stupid abilities. He couldn't remember many things of his past, or even if he had one, he didn't know what his real name was, nor his age, or anything in all honesty yet there was nothing he could really do. Tonight he was heading to another hang out of his it was usually fairly busy on a night like this one. What he enjoyed he supposed as the company but at the same time the solitude. He could be at least slightly normal, as normal as possible that was.

Slowly he looked ahead the sign for Lucy's dinner soon loomed over, it was so called the Truck stop, why? he guessed it was where the usual truck driver stopped, no brains to work that one out. Slowly he rolled to a stop, he heard the faint ring of music coming from the dinner it was a nice place, and the food was pretty damn amazing in all honesty. Besides, one of the locals was one girl he had, had a few adventures with, although she was starting to get awfully clingy ringing him more or less every week, at least it wasn't every day he supposed. Pulling to a stop, he cut the engine, and glanced around something was here, he could feel it, it was a powerful feeling, something, or someone who held authority and that he didn't like, he wondered just who it was, but at the same time, why should he care? With a lopsided grin a few dimples appearing on his face he took of the helmet and ran his hand through his slightly long, messy hair. His black eyes, purposefully made of course swept the area he felt eyes on him, where they were coming from he didn't know. None the less he shrugged it off. Placing the helmet on the seat he dismounted and adjusted his jacket. Underneath he wore a black t-shirt it fitted him nicely, often they were rolled back to his elbows. Personally he liked the whole intimidating look, he often got what he wanted out of it.

Moving across the small parking lot, pocketing his keys he opened the door, the small bell chimed softly. Inhaling the scent he smirked further, ah, that smell. Heading to the bar, he gave a casual wave to the April, the usual whom had recently gotten a job there, at least she was making the effort he supposed. Sitting at the long bar he smirked to her. "Ah April, as radiant as ever." He greeted and was met with a typical blush as she leaned across the bar to him. "You, Mr Patch will get me into a lot of trouble one day.The usual?" She questioned with an all to common flirtatious smile and Patch nodded "Most certainly, and maybe but what's life without a bit of risk, eh?" he questioned with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Before he added "I'll take whatever your offering." He said as he flashed her a wink and a dangerous smile, with a soft chuckle she poured him a cup of coffee. Taking it he wrapped his hands around the mug and took a sip. Just how he liked it. Setting the mug down his hand still wrapped around the mug he pulled the local newspaper closer to wards him, more disappearance, more deaths. If anything the death toll had seemed to be increasing with every passing month. Time was limited he didn't know how or why but he felt it and on some level he knew it. It was then he felt eyes upon him again, eyes he had felt out in the parking lot, this time he looked up, not to far along the bar sat the one being he really didn't want to see. Remy. Everyone knew Remy, Everyone who didn't, well they usually found out some time. Rolling his eyes, he looked away, he really didn't want to engross in any form of conversation with the man, well Angel technically, but that was beside the point.

For now Patch simply remained silent, perhaps he could pass it off as not knowing him? It would make things a lot more bearable. Taking his coffee and the paper he moved off the stool and moved to the table right by the window, a large sofa stretched around it's corner, placing his coffee on the table he looked intently at the paper before him, perhaps it was just some coincidence, then again who was he kidding there was no such thing. However you could never avoid fate, that he had learned the hard way, but you could always choose which way fate would lead, and he just hoped this was by some small chance a passing meeting, that soon enough Remy would leave, However there was one thing that he could not help but smile at behind his mug, as he brought it to his lips. Remy's daughter, although he had not properly met her, in fact he had never met her, but he knew her name and he heard rumors, apparently she was one hell of a looker.

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[Kaviel]

As he sat there, Remy could take in and recognize a number of scents. The most obvious one was the smell of the coffee, as well as the different foods that were being made. A more distant, but definite smell was the diesel fumes from the trucks. They were constantly coming and going here, some more often than others. And like a lot of businesses, the diner had it's fair share of frequent customers. Now while Remy didn't necessarily claim this area as "his", he came here every so often. It was the reason why a lot of demons and hunters stayed away. And when they did come, they made sure that Remy wasn't around. Or at least that's how the majority were. Once and awhile, there was someone who came to one of Remy's places, just to try and start trouble with him. To Remy though, those people weren't worth his time unless they were an immediate threat. If they weren't, he'd put it off until later.

So with him at the diner now, he didn't sense any demons around. Humans there were plenty of, but he was certain that they weren't here for any trouble. They were simply minding their own business, and chatting away with friends while sipping at their coffee. But even though Remy felt more than comfortable here at the moment, he wouldn't let his guard down. That was something he never really did at all, even while at home. He had learned the hard way in the past, that not even your own home could be safe. If people knew where you lived, and held a grudge against you, they could attack in the very place where the majority of people felt most comfortable. It was a tactic a group of hunters used on Remy many years back, and it had worked its magic. So now a days, the angel god was always on guard, even if it didn't seem like it.

That on mind, he heard a motorcycle pull in and come to a stop outside. Sensing another angel as well, he glanced quickly over his shoulder to see the figure walking up towards the diner. After the door opened and the other angel made his way inside, Remy gave him some time to converse with others and take his seat. He didn't want to jump the gun too early, such a thing would've been foolish. So again, he waited until the being sat up from the stools and walked over to one of the other tables. A few moments later, Remy got up as well, and made his way over to that same table. He still had a number of things floating around in his mind, but his main priority was to get information. How did this angel get here from Pandorum, why, and what business did he have here? Those were all questions that he had, and he wanted them answered.

So Remy sat down at the bench across from him, not caring if he was interrupting or not. "I think you and I need to have a little talk." He said to him as he looked at the other angel. Of course, all this sounded troubling, but Remy didn't necessarily mean to cause any. Again, he just wanted answers. If this being in front of him had been cast down for something Remy was alright with, then there wouldn't be any trouble at all. However, he was certain that the angels on Pandorum would've had a reason to do what they did. They didn't just cast down others for any old reason, and this was why it had caught Remy's interest. Especially with the fact that he and Kamiya had closed the passageway. But did that mean he was only upset at this very angel? Nope. There were some angels on Pandorum that he wasn't quite pleased with either, for allowing someone else to come to Earth, when he had forbidden it.

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Tag: Patch
Word Count: 659
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Wearing: See siggy and header image
Credit: Lycan

[dan]

Sitting there he read over the newspaper quietly, before he asked April as she came over, asking off all the question how he wanted his eggs this time, which wasn't all that surprising how he had the egg depended on what he felt like. Looking up to the brunette, he grinned wickedly and then said "Unfertilized would be great." When he winked lightly With a giggle she tapped his arm before she then turned to walk away, she knew it was scrambled at least 95% of the time. With a pen in had he begun to work on his cross word, before she returned moments later with his plate of food. The scent filled his nose and he smiled, now this, this was heaven. God he loved earth, down here no one really had morals, everyone was free to do what they want, when they wanted without asking permission and without the constant feeling that your life is about to end. Then again if you were on drugs..that feeling was understandable, sure he had tried some, but the effect they had on him was almost next to nothing.

Curse his Angle inheritance. With a frustrated sigh he blew out a breath and then picked up his knife and fork, just then He knew it really the moment he sat down Remy was to come over ad sure enough, the air had moved briefly as Remy suddenly sat opposite him, wonderful. he thought with a deep frown and bit back the need to simply swear at the man across from him, not lifting his gaze from the newspaper, he heard Remy speak, typical once again. "And what makes you think I want to talk to you about..anything?" he questioned as he looked up, sure he was treading on ice when it came to back chatting Remy but so what? perhaps what Remy needed was a good shock to his system. At that he looked up to the ceiling patronizing almost. "And before you get all inquisitive and that, I didn't really think it any of your business as to why I'm at the diner, I simply want to have a drink and a well deserved breakfast if that's alright with you or do I need to ask permission for that too?" he questioned arching his dark eyebrow, he laughed then although his laugh lacked humor, shaking his head he looked to the side and picked up his mug and took a slow steady sip. Before he then placed it back down and cut into his sausage and placed a small fraction in his mouth chewing it silently before he then started working on the scrambled egg.

Pausing in between mouthfuls he sipped his coffee before he then topped it up. He looked to Remy opposite him and thought for a moment, "I could always ask you the same question what are you doing here?" he asked, looking over the rim of his mug to him. After a while he felt slightly full and at the same time he suddenly didn't really feel all that hungry, Well isn't that just marvelous? he said silently, as his tongue racked his teeth, he sipped his coffee before bringing a napkin to his mouth, wiping his lips, he dropped it onto the plate, and as if like a hawk April was suddenly beside him once again taking his plate although she said little this time, but gave the man, known as Remy a curious look. With yet another small laugh, of small amusement, he sipped his coffee and sat back in the large booth like bench, as he then regarded Remy cautiously, He could only imagine that Remy was simply here because another Angle was, and the angle in question didn't have any wings, was on earth, and sitting in the dinner of all places completely exposed to everything, all he had to prove was the fact that he was or had been an angle was the scars on his back.

Again however he wondered hat he would actually be classed as, Angle? Human? Thing? Freak? He mused to himself quietly at this as he still looked to Remy, meeting his gaze, his own eyes were steady and lacked any form of fear, as others may well feel, which was understandable, Remy was Remy the all knowing and all seeing as some people seemed to call him. Yet here Patch was staring Remy in the eye without a hint of fear. He knew for a fact Remy probably wouldn't do anything in a public place, then again he could always be wrong. Remy was Remy and once again full of possible surprises, and if there was one thing Patch had learned all the time on the street and with friends, was to never underestimate anyone. Even females for that matter.

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[Kaviel]

After sitting down at the table, Remy immediately felt the vibe that this angel didn't really want to talk to him. It didn't really surprise him at all, since there were quite a few people out there who felt the same way. If you didn't know Remy personally, and he wanted to talk to you, it was usually for some "business" related things. The thing here though, was that Remy wasn't the type of leader to sit up on his high chair and point the finger at everyone to command them to do things. He allowed others to do as they pleased, so long as they didn't cause any trouble. And if some angels chose to follow him, they were the ones he gave orders too. But that was all by their choice. If you didn't want to follow him, that was fine. However, another part of is duties included watching over some of the situations and new things going on in the city.

And now one of those new things, was this angel who had been cast down from Pandorum. There were reasons why he and Kamiya closed the pathway between there and Earth, and Remy didn't want any other angels or demons coming through. But alas, here this being was, and Remy had questions. So he sat across the table, keeping his gaze on Patch. Due to different contacts and all the information he's gotten, Remy already knew his name, or at least the name he was called by. However, a name wasn't all that necessary at the moment as he listened in on the angel's words. "You don't have to ask for my permission for anything." Remy said, generally speaking of course. If it meant something personal to him and would effect him in anyway, even indirect, then it was likely best to ask him first.

"I already see that you don't have much respect for me, anyway." He added in. Again, that was fine with him. He didn't ask for everyone's respect. He just didn't want people being rude to his face, it was a major pet peeve of his. Remy was pretty good at hiding it though, and simply tried his best to take it lightly. So as this other being clearly showed no respect, it didn't phase him at all. "What I came here for is you." He said to answer his question. "The angels tell me you were cast down here. I'd like to know why." If Patch came back at him with some smart ass comment, it wouldn't surprise Remy at all. In fact, he was expecting it to some degree. The remark he had in mind was why don't you ask your angels. It was something typical, the type of remark he's heard all too often.

As the waitress came over to collect the plates, Remy gave her one quick glance before turning his gaze back to Patch. If he truly thought he was better than Remy, he was dead wrong. Or maybe he didn't think such a thing, but if he did, it was a foolish thought. The only difference between Patch and the angels on Earth, was that Patch was from Pandorum. And that was it. The angels there, and the angels here were no different from one another. The only ones who were, were the higher ups. But even they were under Remy's command for the most part, listening in on whatever he had to say if he chose to communicate with them. So in turn, being from Pandorum didn't make you special.

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Tag: Patch
Word Count: 592
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Wearing: See siggy and header image
Credit: Lycan

[dan]

Patch really didn't need, and really didn't want to be lectured or questioned about pointless things so he was on earth big deal, it wasn't like he was doing anything, he just wanted to have fun, to live a life get old, maybe even have kids at some point, although the chances of that were looking bleak. All he wanted was to be left alone to do what he wanted, when he wanted, without having to run around doing errands without having to baby sit countless humans. There was just no fun in that. When Remy stated the fact that he didn't need to ask permission, Patch simply shrugged could of fooled him, for all he cared sure he had never really met Remy until do day but he had heard things, and everyone knew who Remy as whether they knew what he looked like or not. Instead he smiled a simple one, although there was nothing friendly about it. His black eyes came to look to Remy. "Good, I just thought I'd like ask you know?" he stated his tone sarcastic he was pushing his limits, but maybe, just maybe Remy would get the hint that he just wanted to be left alone. Cupping his coffee he brought the cup to his lips and allowed the heat to warm his hands.

I already see that you don't have much respect for me, anyway. Remy stated and Patch shrugged which gave the expression of 'and' He wasn't doing anything wrong, he knew what Remy was capable and a very small part of him simply wanted to see if the rumors where true, although half sounded like a delirious person had, had to much to drink and shouted the first thing that came into their mind. "I may not have, but do you have respect for all those you command? All those you have probably killed? Respect is earned not demanded" he questioned and half stated, "Not saying you demand it, but hey, the point's there." He added idly. He made no real attempt to lower his voice, and a few people were already glancing over. Sipping his coffee he waited for his answer, somehow he doubted Remy did, although once again he could always be wrong. Sure enough, his answer came moments later it was an answer he expected. Rolling his eyes he listened, really? someone such as Remy would go to all this trouble just to come and see him and to ask him questions that he couldn't even really answer himself.

The angels tell me you were cast down here. I'd like to know why. Patch chuckled softly, "and they haven't told you? I would of thoutght that they were the ones who needed talking too." Shrugging he looked to the side unphased by it all, ith an amused smile coaxing his lips. It didn't really bother him in all honesty if he told Remy or not, hat bothered him was the obvious intrest Remy seemed to take in his personal life almost, did he have to have a reason for everything "If you must know, Not that it really is of any concern to you, Lust. Lust and greed, the two most deadly sins, I don't want to be an Angle I despise it, it's boring in all honesty sitting around doing nothing, chatting about anything? Sorry but that's not me. I ant something more, I want an adventure." he stated as he lowered his coffee then continued a moment later, "and I don't like being told what to do. I want to be human, with my own rules, to do what I want when I want to. I refused various things and because of my attitude and what I want, I was cast down, it's nothing major if you ask me." Patch said with a small chuckle it was really all this fuss for nothing, and probably the fact he had bad mouthed Remy on a few occasions, not only that but it also was probably something to do with his daughter and the fact Patch certainly wouldn't mind getting to know her better. Lifting his mug he smirked behind it's rim.

"Your trip's been wasted I'm afraid, nothing interesting so you can just continue on your way now." Patch added his tone casual, he was daring enough to say that he had very nearly dismissed Remy, which was probably not the wisest of moves. Downing his coffee he put money on the table and got to his feet "Sorry to disappoint you." he mused his tone sarcastic, with that he got to his feet and slid out of the booth, the discussion was probably far from over. There was no doubt many more questions that needed to be asked. Leaving the small dinner the temperature had dropped a fraction his cheeks grew a fraction redder as did his nose, but other than that the cold didn't really affect him all to much, Glancing over his shoulder he looked for Remy but couldn't spot him through the small rows of cars, perhaps he had just given up? The best thing he could probably do is simply try and avoid the man at all cost, he cast his blacked gaze up wards, idiotic as it was he muttered under his breath "Bastards" Was it really all worth this? all this questioning over something that the all knowing Remy should already know? did he already know? Maybe. Moving to his bike he grabbed his helmet it was then that he heard movement behind him. "What now?" He questioned out loud and sighed.

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[Kaviel]

Like usual, Remy had to plan things out for this. He'd deal with the other angels on Pandorum later, but first, he wanted to deal with the things that were right in front of him. The very being in question was here in Bridgefield, so why not handle the situation while he had the chance? All too often, people pushed things off to the side for too long, and then the opportunity slipped away from them. Remy didn't plan on being one of those people, and he wanted his questions answered. Hundreds of years ago, he had closed the pathway to Earth, knowing that if it were left open, both angels and demons would flow through as if they were flood gates. If that were to happen, it'd make the war situation here on Earth, that much worse. It was best to keep everyone where they were, and then deal with things from there. No need to bring more issues into it all.

So with those thoughts in mind, he and Kamiya had made a rare agreement. And now to see an angel from Pandorum on Earth, Remy wasn't pleased. Could he send him back if he wanted? Sure. Was he going to though? Well, that depended. More than likely, no. He'd been sent here for a reason, and Remy knew that. And by the looks of it, this guy had probably been a pain in the ass on Pandorum as well. So why send him back? Remy would rather not deal with him either, but he wasn't about to make it someone else's problem again. All that was out of respect, and speaking of respect, the topic had just come up. "I have much respect for those who follow me." Remy said in response. "They made their own decision to do so, and for that, they're respected." He made a small pause between sentences. "As for my opponents, there's an amount of respect for them choosing to fight me, but it's limited."

Remy knew his opponents probably didn't respect him much at all, and because of this, they had little from him in return. And another factor that came into play, was just how old Remy was. Throughout his four hundred some years, he's earned his respect along the way. He never truly demanded it from anyone, even other angels. He just preferred that disrespect wasn't shown when face to face with someone. And if it ever were, like now for example, then it was a quick route to getting onto Remy's bad side. "It was the higher ups who cast you down." He continued. "They're not always available to speak to." Just like him, they lead busy lives. Remy rarely had the time to do something that he hadn't scheduled. So as mentioned before, talking to them would come later.

Keeping his gaze on Patch, he listened as he explained the reasons why he'd been put here on Earth. "Greed? That's not surprising." Remy could easily see the greed in this being, and the lust as well. And as he continued on to say that he wanted to be human, Remy found at least some sort of agreement. "I'd prefer you were human as well, but you are what you are. There's no changing that." Remy already didn't like Patch for his attitude, and having him as an angel was like a disgrace to species. But every species had their bunch of rotten apples, some more obvious than others. And despite these feelings, there wasn't a damn thing that could be done to make an angel into a human, even through Remy. So as Patch seemingly dismissed him and went to make his leave, Remy didn't make any remarks. He didn't even watch him as the angel left the diner.

However, Remy wasn't about to call an end to his meeting just yet. When Patch was out in the parking lot, Remy went out as well, using teleportation to avoid the people who were gathering up in the diner. And in mere seconds, he was standing directly behind the other angel. "Leave if you want, but I hope you know that greed will likely be your downfall." Remy's seen it for himself all too many times. Greed might've made someone seem mighty for awhile, but eventually, it would destroy them. "And as much as I hate it, I have the smallest amount of respect for you. Your attitude, although like a child's, shows that you have some courage." And Remy had to respect that, despite how much he hated it. However, there was a much greater feeling of despise then respect.

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Tag: Patch
Word Count: 769
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Wearing: See siggy and header image
Credit: Lycan

[dan]

Remy just would not give up, and so Patch found out, turning around he faced the man, whom up close was incredibly large boned, and was already partly towering over him, yet Patch gave nothing away, what was there to give away? Of course he had heard Remy's earlier comments and questions most of it he had simply chosen to not reply to, but Remy was not the type to give up so lightly, so they were in for a no doubt long chat. With a sigh both frustration and lack of enthusiasm, Patch lent against his bike, his arms folded firmly across his chest, his stance both casual and alert. Not that Remy would by some chance kill him but with everything going on, he wouldn't be at all surprised. Patch wasn't one to take orders, if anything he preferred to be the one giving them although most of his intentions were for himself, he did occasionally have the odd moment when he would think of others, he wasn't a Bastard, well maybe a fraction, Okay mostly but that was him and no one could change that even a possible love of his life couldn't change him, he had, had many lovers, but none had been the right one and sure he had dated a few and at one point even believed he loved someone, but it had brought nothing but pain and even disappointment.

So thinking now about previous comments he continued, "So let me get this straight you respect people, and would willingly die for them, when in return they give you what exactly? Other than respect, sure anyone can have respect, but what do you really get out of it all?" Patch questioned it was one question he had always wished to ask Remy, and he had once promised himself to ask the question, why? Why did he really do it? To save lives? He never did get the hero part of it all, it was a supposed reward in it's self saving a life, but really what you got back was a heap load of trouble, you made enemies, and if you formed attachments, they would only be a direct link for an enemy, which was why Patch tried never to have anything to serious. There was no sense in it, it would only once again lead to ache, not only that but being with someone who did age, and then being with someone who didn't that was probably the most painful thing, Patch knew that, he had lived through it. And would continue on living until he found away and he would. There just had to be. When Remy had previously mentioned it was the higher up angels whom had cast him down, Patch couldn't agree more, he could of sworn if anything that they all but abused their power a little to much.

"You know." he begun his expression briefly thoughtful. "I still think you should talk to them, they seem to be getting a bit too power hungry." he shrugged why was he even telling Remy this, and why should he even care? He was no longer up there. However what had made him chuckle was when Remy had said he too would prefer Patch to be human, it was an odd agreement at that, but it was one stepping stone to..well who knew where. Of course he shouldn't of been surprised when Remy said he was, what he was, and there was no changing it. Again Patch shrugged that's what he expected but there had been rumors, had been words about a possibility. "Oh I don't know, it's wonderful what you hear along the grape vine, and all of it is supposedly in one single book." He grinned, his grin one of small malice, Patch wasn't one to give up, he was one who would try and try again. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps not, there was no real right and wrong, although the consequences of this supposed transformation was pretty dark from what he heard. Interesting.

Leave if you want, but I hope you know that greed will likely be your downfall. Remy commented, and Patch smiled resiting the urge to laugh? Really? Wasn't that a bit over the top and melo dramatic? "Yes, it'll be the end of me, blah blah..and all that, I've heard it before, but it's my choice. If it does so be it, at least my life wouldn't be wasted, at least I would be doing something I want to do." He commented, adding a small careless shrug, he had nothing to worry about, no one to run after or around for he preferred that, he was one who enjoyed alone time, who enjoyed space and being down on earth was better than anything he could of possibly imagined. When Remy commented about having apparent respect for Patch, Patch shrugged once more and nodded as he shifted his weight a fraction and looked to him. "Maybe Courage is all everyone needs in order to survive? Survival of the fittest as the saying goes." he mused a small hint of amusement danced in his black eyes. "On the plus side your not as ego-centric as I thought you were." Patch commented flashing a daring grin, at least that was something of a complimented, a warped one. But a compliment none the less.

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[Kaviel]

What did he get in return for defending and saving numerous humans and angels? It was a question he was asked from time to time, and to Remy, the answer would always be the same. "Material wise, nothing." He replied. And he would never ask for anything either. As bitter as he seemed and often was, he truly did care about people. Sure, he believed that they could be foolish and idiotic at times, humans especially, but that didn't mean he'd let them die. Where he came from on Pandorum, he was created for the soul purpose of defending his race in the war against demons. And as he was raised, he built up some morals. One of those morals was to help those in need. Since humans didn't live on Pandorum though, he never really had to worry about them. And it wasn't until years later, that he saw what was happening to humans and angels alike on Earth. His morals stuck with him, and he came here to help.

So did Remy really care that he didn't get anything much in return? Not at all. But even then, some people insisted that he be rewarded for helping them. And in cases like that, the most he would take would be a simple cup of coffee or a drink. Still, it was a rare occasion for him to take anything, and it was because of him caring and always being around, that he made enemies as well. The ones who liked to cause trouble and do harm to innocent people, often saw Remy come into play. He spoiled their fun, and made enemies along the way. But that was all a part of his life, the kinds of things he's experienced for hundreds of years. And as for now, he wouldn't be surprised if he gained yet another enemy. Sure, Patch may not have been the same kind of enemy as a demon or a hunter, but enemies were enemies.

"I do talk to them." He replied upon hearing about the other angels. "And they're not power hungry. I can see why they wanted to cast you down because of your greed." It was a bit too obvious to Remy. Patch's attitude was more than annoying, and after a prolonged period of the same old crap, there came a time when enough was enough. And about that book Patch had just mentioned, Remy really didn't care. There were rumors all over the place, and he'd only consider one if it had some strength behind it. So without any of that in play, Remy ignored the statement entirely about the book, and moved on to other things. "You like being greedy, do you?" He asked. "You were talking earlier about being power hungry. Greed and the lust for power are quite similar, wouldn't you agree?"

The bottom line there, was that you couldn't speak out much against being power hungry, when you had greed. In Remy's opinion at least. And those kind of people were a pretty big pet peeve to him. It was why he chose not to deal with them for the most part, but at times, he had no other choice. And at other times, he just had to bite his tongue and prevent himself from being negative...such as now. So after hearing Patch's next statement, he gave a slight snicker. "Not at this day and age." He replied. "Courage is a lot, but it won't get you far on its own." It was one of those cheesy statements that bit the dust when reality came into play. "I'm hardly ego centric." Was what he said next. He might've been motivated by anger at times, but it didn't revolve around his ego. "You on the other hand, are just as bad as they say you are." It didn't matter that Patch had made a compliment. Remy didn't like him. And if he didn't like someone, he definitely showed it.

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[dan]

As he questioned Remy with this, Patch waited for a reply, although he had a feeling he knew the answer already, Remy seemed one of those types who really didn't care what happened, or what he received in turn. Material wise, nothing. He said, no surprise there. Moving Patch straddled his motorbike his helmet tucked under his arm. "Thought so, Is what you do appreciated? are you ever thanked?" he questioned, whilst he knew this was probably true, he doubted it was something that happened often. Personally Patch was simply the type that didn't help people, he didn't help them unless they really needed help that was, then again he wouldn't go as far as to say he would save a life, he really didn't want his wings back, there had been talk about a sacrifice ironically enough, although the blood had to be blood of a certain, type given on a certain day. It all sounded to complicated yet he was still willing to tr if it met remaining human, remaining on earth. Where he could live a life, live until he was old. He wanted an adventure.

As Patch waited further, he looked to Remy for a long moment, it was clear in the man's gaze and expression that he thought little of Patch if anything was beginning to develop feeling of loathing. Good. It would make things a lot easier, if hate was what it was it made the whole liking his daughter that much more fun, what was life without a bit of risk, and without a bit of fun? Yes he was an arse. Was he bothered? Nope. I do talk to them. And they're not power hungry. I can see why they wanted to cast you down because of your greed. Remy continued, Patch simply smirked in amusement, yes, certainly no risk of being liked by Remy. "Alright..not power hungry, perhaps that was a bit over the top..controlling perhaps, they are taking their age and ranking to seriously." he stated with a shrug of his shoulders, from what he had seen and from what he had heard, they seemed to be enjoying themselves a little to much whether Remy realized it or not, whether he wanted to believe it or not, either way Patch had no intention of pushing the matter, it was just something that annoyed him on a small level.

You like being greedy, do you? Remy asked, and Patch tilted his head back and chuckled. Before he shook his head in obvious amusement. "Theres a fine line between being greedy, and simply wanting something, is it so wrong to want a life now? Apparently it is. I don't want to be greedy, I'm not greedy, but sometimes you have to take a little bit of something in order to continue on with living," He paused and smirked. "We breath, we take air, we walk over bugs and other things, and we take life, We kill and again we take a life. We drive we take the fuels that others had made. Patch begun, as he glanced up to Remy, still although Remy was indeed intimidating, Patch remained where he was, he didn't fear the man standing before him, if anything he nearly, very nearly felt equal, age meant nothing not really to him it was what you learned and what you listened to that mattered. When We get money, we take money. When we work, we take someone's lifestyle. No matter how you look at things, we take many things, more than we should, so does that then make us greedy? Or simply careless?" he questioned, arching his eyebrow with an all to smug expression on his face yet if he had learned anything, Remy would always have an answer.

You were talking earlier about being power hungry. Greed and the lust for power are quite similar, wouldn't you agree? Remy said, a typical reply if anything. "True, but usually most people want power for a reason, what reason would I want it for?" he questioned openly, which was the truth, he would have no need for it. He listened then to all that Remy had to say, he smirked lightly and resisted the urge to laugh also. You on the other hand, are just as bad as they say you are. Patch, at this comment wasn't entirely that bothered instead he simply grinned, taking it in his stride. "I prefer the term Ignorant. But Bad will do, I feel special." he stated as amusement danced in his onyx colored eyes.

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[Kaviel]

As soon as he heard the question, Remy knew an answer to it right away. He didn't really ask for appreciation either, and simply allowed people to go with their own thoughts. Whether they appreciated him or not. "A number of people have thanked me." Remy replied. "And I'm certain that others appreciate what I do." Considering that he put his life on the line to help others, even if he didn't know them, it was no surprise. And more often then not, those people thanked him. But even if he didn't get a simple thanks, he still found it worth it. Again, it came down to his morals and what he considered right and wrong. Saving and helping people had been his whole purpose in life, and Remy wasn't about to let go of that anytime soon. At least not while the war was going. Back a few hundred years ago, he had tried to call it quits with his "duties" as a god. He wanted to focus on his personal life, and start a bigger family with his wife and two kids. Of course, that opportunity had been ripped away from him by the hunters, and now he was back to fighting a war.

Keeping his gaze on Patch, he took in his remark about the other angels. "And who would you be to judge them?" He replied. "If they had wanted to, they could've killed you quite easily. From what I've seen, they're doing their job just fine." Remy always kept in close contact with them, checking up on things and even watching with his tracking ability. So did he think they were taking their age and ranking too seriously? Not at all. And even if they had, it was better than them taking it too lightly. Remy had put them in power for a reason, and so far, sending someone to Earth was the only thing that he'd been truly upset about. So now Patch was his problem instead of theirs, but he still didn't plan on sending them back. Despite how much the angel was already annoying him.

Hearing about how he wanted a normal life, Remy was briefly reminded of his past. "I know how it is to want a normal life. I've wanted one too in the past. I even had a wife and kids, but apparently, normal wasn't mean to be for me." As mentioned, he tried to put things to rest as a god, just so he could spend more time with personal things. But alas, he never got to experience that for long. He had truly been born to fight and defend, and he doubted that he'd ever get to live a normal life. "Sometimes, we can't have what we want." He continued. "You're an angel, and you always will be. There's no changing that." He could see why Patch wanted to come to Earth, but in Remy's opinion, Pandorum was so much better. There were a lot more issues and idiotic people here, than there were on Pandorum. Besides the war he had going with hunter, the only reasons he had to stay on Earth were his daughter, and protecting humans.

So with that, he moved on to the next question, never liking to stay on the topic of his past for too long. "Greed is a part of being who we are. Some just show a lot more than others." He would've said that greed was in human nature, but it wouldn't be all that accurate with more species around. Greed wasn't just in humans, but all those others as well. "Just about everyone has the need to be in control." Remy continued. "Some seek it through power, others don't. So I wouldn't know why you'd want it. That's one of your own issues that you can figure out for yourself." Often times, if Remy didn't have to deal with a problem, he wouldn't. And it wasn't in his best interest to try and figure Patch out. So as he heard his last statement, that emotionless gaze remained on his face. "You shouldn't." He said in regards to Patch feeling "special". "There's nothing special about you." Remy knew that it had been sarcasm, but he wanted to prove a point and let his opinion be known.

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[dan]

Did he need this? No, Did he want this?.. No so why on earth, no pun intended was he still sitting here conversing with the one person of all people whom he was trying to avoid? and therefore avoid any of those stupid questions and lectures that he was receiving now? None the less still they talked, or rather, he listened, even though he was dropping subtle hints about the discussion being over it didn't change anything, for the most part Patch enjoyed it, enjoyed treading on extremely thin ice, and he knew without a doubt he'd only regret it later, but what did he care? he hoped that he would never run into Remy again after this conversation, although that alone was wishful thinking. When Remy mentioned about many thanking him, Patch rolled his eyes? Really what good was a thank you? A thank you and a cup of coffee for what? Saving a life? that was not a gesture of thanks or appreciation, if anything that was just taking the piss. "So people buying you coffee, and saying thank you suits you perfectly? That's just odd." Patch commented out loud, still not really understanding the whole, thank you and feel great about yourself part.

To him It felt odd to hear the thoughts of another, at least another his species, it was something he both missed, and didn't miss it. He enjoyed nosing around the thoughts of others, to pick up any gossip in the process it was perhaps the only thing interesting that ever occurred in his life time. "Right and wrong? hm, interesting there is a thin line between that, and nothing is right and nothing is wrong." he stated his eyes glistened maliciously he had had this conversation in mind running through his head for many years, and now he finally had the chance to speak out loud. "So let me get this straight. It may be right to kill a criminal, or punish them, but it's apparently not alright for the criminal to kill or punish another being? Isn't that contradicting a lot of things, if you take a life of a them, then really makes you no better than the criminal who killed in the first place, that's only one example, I can think of plenty more if you like? Patch grinned and there was indeed many more examples, yes he was pushing his limits and it wouldn't surprise him if he was to be corrected in a matter of moments, or 'put in his place' as the others had called it.

And who would you be to judge them? Remy later asked when the topic changed to his opinion on the others. At his tone, Patch raised his hands "Hey, no need to bite my head of, I'm not judging just offering my opinion, and as I recalled that wasn't forbidden or anything." He stated and smirked once again as he lowered his hands. If they had wanted to, they could've killed you quite easily. From what I've seen, they're doing their job just fine. He continued and Patch tipped his head back a fraction and laughed softly. "Really? Shame. Death would of been so much more fun!" he stated with further chuckles before he continued. "I take it I'm annoying you and irritating you?" he questioned and that suited him just fine, he was playing with fire and treading on dangerous ground and he was loving every moment of it, perhaps he would have to make this a regular thing? Make a few lives a living hell, particularly those who had cast him down in the first place, although the chances of seeing them were most likely never going to happen. He could still make their work, or even Remy's work hell. Something he was certainly looking forward to.

I know how it is to want a normal life. I've wanted one too in the past. I even had a wife and kids, but apparently, normal wasn't mean to be for me. Remy then continued and he hoped he was oblivious to his earlier thoughts about creating a small amount of trouble, making their lives more entertaining, they would thank him really, and he was really doing them a favor. "I'm not to bothered about a complete normal life as that will never happen, I just want an adventure, something to do, that's so much more fun then sitting around doing nothing, living in a place were everything it too perfect. That is just not for me." he stated calmly and switched on the ignition on his bike, the soft thrum like music to his ears, he wasn't leaving not yet. When Remy mentioned about, having time, and getting what he wanted, Patch simply shrugged. "I tend to get what I want, either way, and I don't really care what happens in the process, I'm a free spirit." he chuckled lowly and smirked, his eyes danced with a mischievous look.

Soon the topic then returned to greed, and Patch rolled his eyes for the countless time, where they really going to have this discussion now, and all over again? "I prefer the term, determined and Expectant, if you don't mind" he mused flashing Remy an all to vaguely sarcastic smile. "As for the power part? Nah, I'm just a high achiever, with high goals" he added another smile flickered across his lips. Looking to Remy his eyes amused, he noticed the sudden stone cold look, he wasn't pleased, and he couldn't blame him but it wasn't really any of his concern what others thought of him. You shouldn't. There's nothing special about you. Remy commented and Patch smirked softly. "Oh but there is, I'm one of a kind and that makes me all the more special." he stated, his black eyes danced once more. and you don't know nothing yet. he thought silently aiming it to all those who would hear him. He was going to have some fun and he didn't care how, he went about doing so.

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[Kaviel]

It was clearly evident that Remy didn't enjoy talking to this being. However, when it came to the business end of things, he felt it was needed. And there was no doubt in his mind that he'd be going through plenty more situations like this in his lifetime. In his past, he's had numerous occasions where he's talked to someone he didn't want to talk to. And certainly, there'd be more in the future. So he just dealt with them as they came along, taking some of them one by one. And that was how he was handling the situation at hand. He wanted it to be over as much as Patch did, but alas, it didn't seem it was going to end just yet. So he listened to what the angel had to say, and replied back to his questions. "I don't ask of anything from the people I help." It might've seemed like a corny comment, but it was entirely true.

A simple thank you was good enough for him. And even if they didn't give any thanks, it made no difference to him. He wasn't the type to expect anything major for saving someone's life, and in way, it'd be quite cowardly of him if he did. Saving a life, and then expecting them to be his servant or expecting them to pay him, anything along those lines, was once again hinting at a bit of greed. Remy never had and never would take much in return for helping someone. It was another part of that strange personality that he often showed. As much as Remy was cold and bitter, he'd give his life to save another. That bitter side of him was just who he was, and most of it had to do with his past. He wasn't nearly as bitter when he had a wife and kids. But after they were murdered, save for Issy, his personality changed.

And speaking of death, Patch happened to bring it up on the topic of right and wrong. After hearing his question, Remy was quick to reply. "If a criminal kills, some people say he's lost his right to a life. When if effects them personally, or in any way that gets at their emotions, they no longer care about what's right. They just want him dead. Or as you mentioned, punished." After giving a slight pause, he continued. "It may lower them down to the criminal's level to an extent, but they're not the ones killing people for no reason." Again, it might've seemed like some corny "hero" type of speech, but Remy was just speaking his mind. If he had a lot of say, then he had a lot to say. The only time he held back on it was if he were concerned about it causing any major issues, or if it'd start something he didn't want to start.

So when Patch stated that he was only giving his opinion, Remy kept quiet. There were a ton of negative and not so nice things he could say to this angel, but he decided not to speak of them. At least not yet anyway. Maybe further on down the road, after their first few meetings. However, when he was asked if he were annoyed and irritated, he gave a simple answer. "Perhaps." It was clear that he was annoyed by Patch's attitude, so why bother asking? He was certain though that the question was directed to irritate him even more. At this point though, Remy was already pretty annoyed. Yet, he wouldn't snap entirely like he would on some people. Under these situations, he could often hide his anger pretty well and keep calm. That being said though, there were a few topics that could easily make him pop his top. His family, his daughter, things like that.

Lev for example, the hunter who was dating...and unknown to him, engaged to his daughter, was one of the very beings who pissed him off entirely. Issy was the only reason Lev was alive. If it weren't for her, Remy would've killed the shitbag a long time ago. Why? Because he was the enemy and he hated hunters with a burning passion. However, Remy's thoughts never drifted towards him as he kept his gaze on Patch. And when he heard what he had to say next, he couldn't help but utter a slight laugh. "By a place where everything's too perfect, I certainly hope you don't mean Pandorum." He said. "They're fighting their own battles against demons over there, and you should know that since you're from there. But even if that's not what you meant, there isn't such a thing as a perfect world anyway. So you don't have to worry about living there."

Then the topic changed to getting what you wanted, and Remy listened to what Patch had to say. But once again, it all boiled down to greed. "If you're determined to get what you want, no matter what happens along the way, then that comes back to greed." Remy said. "Say what you want and use other words, but it's greed either way." Again, Remy was looking to end this conversation, as quickly as possible. He didn't want to rush things, although he was tired of hearing from Patch already. And when he stated that he was one of a kind, Remy gave a glare. "One of a kind for what? The fact that you're from Pandorum? Or is it because you've lost your wings? That doesn't make you special. All you are, is another smear on the page." Again, the angels on Pandorum were no different. If more came here to Earth, they'd be able to "blend in" without any issues at all.

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[dan]

Still Remy continued on about justice for other people, receiving his reward thought helping people blah blah, in all honesty sure it suited Remy, but Patch really couldn't care less, it was Remy's choice after all to help people, not Patch's, and if it could be avoided Patch would certainly avoid it as much as possible. Usually if he ever helped anyone, or did anyone favors, he often expected a price. Whether it by money or favors in return, he was not one to let things simply slide. So, perhaps he was greedy, but he wasn't hugely greedy, he didn't have to have it then and there, he could wait, he sure as hell had long enough to collect prices. Soon enough their conversation changed switching to right and wrong. A topic he found most fascinating. Of course, Remy once again had a reply for everything, so it was no real surprise when he started speaking about punishment, along with situations in which it was applied to.

It may lower them down to the criminal's level to an extent, but they're not the ones killing people for no reason. At this Patch quirked one of his dark eyebrows. "So does revenge..count as a justifiable reason to kill someone, because with what you are saying it sound likes it's alright for kill criminals. yet not alright for them to kill? Most of the time we kill because we have to, or kill out of revenge, yet what makes you so sure Criminals are not doing the same?" Patch pointed out, before he smirked a half smirk and continued swiftly. "Who was it that said we were all equal? yet now you say we have the right to choose the fate of someone, be they criminal or not?" He added idly, as he shrugged his shoulders softly as if having a casual conversation, as it would appear to the various on lookers who had decided to slow down their pace to watch the show.

It was of course clear that Remy was certainly pissed off at his various comments, and other small jibs that Patch simply through in their to annoy him further, so far it seemed to be working pretty well, and it was most certainly the most fun he had, had in a very long time. So why give up now? Of course he knew that the topic of his daughter would certainly be a soft spot, which gave him all the more excuse to wind Remy up further, he hadn't seen nor met his daughter, but he had a pretty good idea of what she looked like from the other angles, he also knew how Remy often snapped at anyone when it came to the mention of his daughter. Tempted to test fate, Patch managed to restrain himself at least for the time being, why he was so set on making Remy's work harder he had no idea, But he was going to do what he wanted to do, he would find away somehow. If it meant irritating the archangels further, and Remy for that matter then so be it. He wasn't under anyones rules and that was the part he loved the best. The freedom.

However given his earlier comments, Remy finally seemed to realize, and as he did a small laugh seemed to leave the mans lips,
By a place where everything is too perfect, I certainly hope you don't mean Pandorum. They're fighting their own battles against demons over there, and you should know that since you're from there. Oh he knew alright, although there was action and a few brawls, they were over the same things most of the time, hell. Even Patch had been in many of those brawls, hence his name Patch. Given the fact he always had to be patched up. None the less after a while they got old, there was nothing new that every really happened. Pretty much all of them were stuck up on their high horses, and didn't really present any real challenge. But down here, on Earth this was a challenge, to survive each day was a challenge, not only with life but with other things. There were games to be played, gambles to be taken. Each day was different, and you never had any one day where they were the same.

But even if that's not what you meant, there isn't such a thing as a perfect world anyway. So you don't have to worry about living there. Patch simply smiled, although it was a smile that mocked Remy to all extents. Instead he shrugged once more and glanced to the side, before back to Remy before him. "Oh, I know nothings perfect, but don't you find everything is just so..bland? None of them really have a sense of humor, or personality for that matter, and if they do, they usually clash." Patch commented as he rolled his eyes, Pandorum certainly wasn't for him, that much he had come to realize, and so had the archangels for that matter, not that he minded. He would take the chance to become human as soon as it came about, something about sacrificing such and such, blah blah. Not that it bothered him who's life he had to end, yadda yadda. So yes, he was greedy, but what of it? What was anyone going to do about it? He certainly doubted that Remy would go out of his way for something such as this, so it therefore left his gate wide open.

Soon enough Patch commented that he was one of a kind, and in turn he received the most scornful look any being could ever receive, particularly from Remy. When many people received said look they were often instantly silenced, not daring to speak. Yet Patch? He wasn't one of them.
One of a kind for what? The fact that you're from Pandorum? Or is it because you've lost your wings? That doesn't make you special. All you are, is another smear on the page. Had he hit a sore spot? Perhaps. None the less Patch smirked one of his signature smirks, before he replied without a second thought. "Ouch. I'm wounded, really. To answer your questions..No, No, and no. The reason I am one of a kind, Is because I do not create attachments, therefore I am less at risk of ever being hurt, which is more than I can say for you, as I hear it." he commented he was certainly pushing his luck, but so be it.

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[Kaviel]

Often times, Remy found himself wanting to return to Pandorum. Even if it were only for a short time. However, he never had the time, and it took more effort than one might think. Traveling from Earth to Pandorum, wasn't exactly like walking over to your neighbor's house. It was much more than that, something Remy just couldn't put into play for the time being. Besides, he often checked in through telepathy. So it wasn't like he didn't have any idea about what was going on there. For those reasons, Remy stayed on Earth, dealing with whatever issues were thrown at him. And at the moment, the issue was Patch. Once he got back to speaking with the angels on Pandorum, he'd have to ask them not to send anyone else, no matter the circumstances. Or at least not without putting it by Remy first. Patch, had gone completely unknown to him until just a few days ago.

"I don't know." Remy said in response to Patch's question. "Does it count as a justifiable reason?" Such a thing was all based on opinion, meaning it all rested on who you asked. "What would you do if someone purposely planned out and killed someone you cared for?" A lot of people knew about Remy's story. How nearly his entire family family was slaughtered by hunters. The whole reason he declared war against the hunters was for revenge. He had his reasons, and that was basically how he felt about killing. If you had a reason to kill someone, a good reason at that, then he was fine with it. Should a person kill another out of revenge, it'd be something Remy could understand and relate to. "On some levels, we are all equal. And on others, we're not." He continued to explain.

It could take awhile, plus the extra effort to explain what he meant fully. And for Remy, Patch wasn't worth it. Why explain something like that when he was only trying to piss him off? So with that idea in mind, he allowed their conversation to carry on to the next topic. Pandorum. Hearing the other angel's question, he didn't agree at all to what he said. "Not at all. They've got a personality and a sense of humor. You just haven't seen them apparently." Remy had no idea as to what Patch was talking about. Even though the higher up angels on Pandorum were usually all business, they still had their fun moments and their own personality. They weren't like robots, only programmed to do a few things and completely detach from others. They were just like the angels here, with more authority of course.

It was all likely based on rumor and stereotypes though, kinda like celebrities. People thought they were all about money and fame, yet a lot of celebrities put that aside for family and personal time. The same went for the higher ups in Pandorum. But hey, if Patch wanted to believe that the angels were all stuck up and "bland", Remy didn't care. He was entitled to his own opinions, even if he was purposely treading on icy waters. Speaking of which, he could tell that Patch was attempting to make another jab at him with his last statement, but Remy refused to take in like the angel wanted him to. Instead, he just uttered a simple and light laugh. "You avoid creating attachments, do you?" He asked. "Wouldn't that be...dehumanizing yourself in a way? And if I recall, you want to be human again. Avoiding attachments doesn't seem to be a step in the right direction there." To Remy, it was only part of "human nature" to create attachments for yourself. If you didn't, you ran the risk of isolating yourself. And therefore, leading yourself into a possible downfall or meltdown.

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