[John grimaces deeply, he knew what he expected out of Murmur and it's almost painful to be proven wrong. Not that he has any proof that Murmur means it. Besides, what the hell is a sentiment worth if there's no action behind it? So Murmur has a better script than Manny did, so what? It means nothing while people are suffering and angels sit on high with hands lifted away from the dirt and blood.]
Some have more value to the creator than others. [The tension around John is almost palpable, he's so terribly human, no amount of magic can strip him from his feelings and his love and his pain and his powerful small set of morals. He's tried in the past, life would be worlds easier if he didn't feel so much. But he wasn't successful and now, he's here trembling with rage and something awfully painful in the presence of something divinely created with the power to change fate. But that also refuses to.
They're always on the side. John should be used to it by now. Where were all the angels and god's great power when his father took his anger out on John? Where were the angels when poor Astra was dragged to hell? He suppresses a shudder, bites back his anger as he waits for another answer that will probably anger him.
And it does. But not in the way John really expected it to. Murmur seems too real to him compared to Manny's bullshit, or Gabriel's arrogance, or the breathy cherubic bullshit he's gotten from others. And it keeps throwing him off, taking him out of his center, leaving him further on edge and worse? Gives him that just enough feeling of hope in something that's supposed to be better than him.
That's the part he hates the most. That Murmur almost makes him believe that angels are potentially more than what they've proven him to be.
John is happy to push all that bullshit away for a minute. To focus on what Murmur has asked.] Oh, me? Well, I'm going to raise little hell. [It's what he's good at, after all.] It'd be easier back home, I've got all sorts of nasty things saved up from that galaxy. But I'm a resourceful man, if nothing else.
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Some have more value to the creator than others. [The tension around John is almost palpable, he's so terribly human, no amount of magic can strip him from his feelings and his love and his pain and his powerful small set of morals. He's tried in the past, life would be worlds easier if he didn't feel so much. But he wasn't successful and now, he's here trembling with rage and something awfully painful in the presence of something divinely created with the power to change fate. But that also refuses to.
They're always on the side. John should be used to it by now. Where were all the angels and god's great power when his father took his anger out on John? Where were the angels when poor Astra was dragged to hell? He suppresses a shudder, bites back his anger as he waits for another answer that will probably anger him.
And it does. But not in the way John really expected it to. Murmur seems too real to him compared to Manny's bullshit, or Gabriel's arrogance, or the breathy cherubic bullshit he's gotten from others. And it keeps throwing him off, taking him out of his center, leaving him further on edge and worse? Gives him that just enough feeling of hope in something that's supposed to be better than him.
That's the part he hates the most. That Murmur almost makes him believe that angels are potentially more than what they've proven him to be.
John is happy to push all that bullshit away for a minute. To focus on what Murmur has asked.] Oh, me? Well, I'm going to raise little hell. [It's what he's good at, after all.] It'd be easier back home, I've got all sorts of nasty things saved up from that galaxy. But I'm a resourceful man, if nothing else.