Steeling myself, I turn to Ithuriel, soaking in the blue and red tones of his hair blazing with a mixture of sadness and an undeniable anger, my gaze half averted, not meeting his eyes. The warrior angel's mouth is agape, two toned eyes shining, beading up with the fresh tears of betrayal, washing away all hope, all of that long standing faith in me with one single trickle down his cheek. He looks utterly, utterly defeated. Shaking, I place my hand on his knee, but he completely ignores it.
"What do you mean, Serena. What change? I trusted you, Serena, I..." he breaks off, forcing himself to swallow down that welling sadness that clings to the back of his throat, breaking up his voice with a few heart wrenching cracks.
