After leaving Caritas, Angel and Callisto went back to his room. Angel sat down on the edge of the bed, absently petting Sean who'd come over to greet him, and looking at nothing in particular.
"My whole life," Angel said, quietly. "Even if you don't count - you know, him. My whole life. A century of - of never having - of not even one person who would... and then it was all of them."
Angel looked up at Callisto, quietly begging for even some of that to make sense to her.
Callisto was quiet a long time before speaking. "Everyone who's ever given a damn what happened to me is either at this school or over six years dead," she shrugged. "Hardly stacks up when compared to your case, but there you go."
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Angel looked up at Callisto, quietly begging for even some of that to make sense to her.
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