Alastor's voice cracked with anguish as he lashed out, his pain turning into bitter accusations. "And you! It's your fault! You left my father behind! You are the so-called Angel of Death, right?! But you did nothing!"
Azrael, though stung by Alastor's words, met his gaze with unwavering empathy. "I understand your anger, Alastor. I truly do. Losing Ifrit is an unbearable pain, and it's natural to seek someone to blame. But believe me, I carry the weight of his sacrifice too. I had to make a choice, not just for me, but for you and everyone involved. Ifrit loved you deeply; his actions were meant to protect you, even if it doesn't seem that way now."
Alastor's tears fell freely, his fists clenched in his despair. "But I can't... I can't live without him. How do I face a world without my father?"
