"One night…I'll never forget it. They found us, and I swear, Armageddon itself could never be so horrible. I don't even realize who did it—angels, demons, or whatever. I mean, when it declines to it, they're all the same truly.
Beautiful and terrible."
"Yes," I mumbled.
"I've seen them."
"Then you infer what they can do. They swept in and simply demolished everyone. It didn't matter who. Nephilim children. Humans. Everyone was deemed a liability."
"But you escaped?"
"Yes. We were fortunate. Most weren't." He turned back to gape at me.
His grief made my eyes burn. "Do you see now? Do you see now why I have to do this?"
"You only further the bloodshed."
"I infer, Katharina. For Christ's sake, I infer. But I have no choice."
I saw in his countenance then that he disliked being a part of that bloodshed, part of the same fatal behavior that had plagued his childhood.
But I moreover saw that he was
