"..."
"..."
"...May you find Him in death, Matt."
Angela's somber and melancholic whispers floated in the air. In just a single day, she had lost two of her comrades. Whether or not they gave their lives through sacrifice didn't really matter — Angela wants to believe they both died trying to fulfill their duties.
The Gold Paladin… may not have died a peaceful death, but the only thing Angela could really do was hope that he wasn't able to feel being ripped apart… not knowing that the Gold Paladin did in fact return to his own body at the last minute.
"..." She closed the Gold Paladin's eyes, before burying his pieces under all the rubble of what was left of the once glorious Vatican City. She then turned her head towards the corpses surrounding them — they were no longer floating in the air and were instead once again staked to the ruined ground.
"Don't bury them," she muttered as her eyebrows furrowed, "This is retribution for their sins."
