Sanders watched with eyes wide open as Angel disappeared into the darkness.
In an instant, Sanders felt a fissure in his fingertips, and he violently raised his head, his face cold and stern as he looked up at the sky.
Holding back his rage, Sanders realized that the priority was not to vent but to ascertain Angel's condition. With this in mind, he retracted his gaze, and his gloved hands began to gesture once more, with the previously perceived information merging into his thoughts.
Although he could see that the path Angel had chosen earlier was the safest at the moment, had it been him, he probably wouldn't have had a better option either. But that was only the safest choice at that moment; what came afterward for Angel was uncertain.
After a long while, Sanders's mood lightened slightly.
