"How ironic, isn't it?" he muttered, a small smile on his lips and his gaze drifting back to the river as the sun slowly began to set.
Aurora sat in silence, trying to process everything she had just told him. It was an overwhelming amount of information, and she felt the weight of the past pressing down on her. But at the same time, she felt a strange sense of peace. However, all that was short-lived, replaced by a sense of guilt as she stared at Azrael and suddenly realized what she had done.
"Azrael…" she called, keeping her voice low and gentle.
"Hmm…" Azrael hummed in response, his gaze still fixed on the setting sun.
"I am sorry," she said, fidgeting with her fingers.
Azrael looked at her, his gaze softened. "What for?" he asked.
