video; BACKDATED to Wednesday

[expunger]

[Raphael, this time, looks less like the bleeding pile of shit she did last time and more like a meditative businesswoman with dry skin who hasn't slept in a while. She is seated Indian-style on the floor of what is obviously a run-down house; her normal illusions of nice drawing rooms and furnished libraries are gone. Forgotten, even. There's a

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[saintedsinner]

You're just trading one cage for another.

[expunger]

Why do you act like this is anything but strictly temporary? This event is a fleeting opportunity for objective action, not a cage.

[saintedsinner]

Oh, and you think you can just forget that all this happened? Once any of us remember what really happened in our past, we could remember this past week and torment ourselves with 'what ifs.'

-=snorts=-

Pointless.

[expunger]

That is where you humans go wrong. We do not dwell on what if.

[Or... she's pretty sure of that. Raphael's reasonably sure that that sentence felt right to say. It's something she would say, right?]

[saintedsinner]

"You humans?" You look pretty human, lady.

[expunger]

I am not.

[saintedsinner]

So what are you?

[expunger]

They tell me I am an angel.

[saintedsinner]

And you believe them. Who's them?