Pesti couldn't help but smile at the barrage of frustrated words and anger because he knew very well how much care that emotion came from.
"Removing the memories was what happened once before," he quietly remarked. "There's too much there now to do that." A deep scarred mark, a grumpy teenage demon, a growth of his soul.
He gave Angelo a warm smile, despite the teariness of his eye. "Don't worry though. Am not seeking the elusive answer from you. And am not going to give up in any way like Fear did or Agape did.
"Just... maybe I thought I'd gain insight, or inspiration." He dabbed his cheek and eye, refolding the handkerchief to hide the blood. "Or at least can be told not to try and write a letter to a probably dead man who might be very happy off in a new life."
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"Removing the memories was what happened once before," he quietly remarked. "There's too much there now to do that." A deep scarred mark, a grumpy teenage demon, a growth of his soul.
He gave Angelo a warm smile, despite the teariness of his eye. "Don't worry though. Am not seeking the elusive answer from you. And am not going to give up in any way like Fear did or Agape did.
"Just... maybe I thought I'd gain insight, or inspiration." He dabbed his cheek and eye, refolding the handkerchief to hide the blood. "Or at least can be told not to try and write a letter to a probably dead man who might be very happy off in a new life."