Who was Ishiah to complain of Trixa's way of attending to her affairs, provided it didn't place the innocent at risk? There were certain things, he had come to realize in his time as a peri, that one had to do on their own, or else risk lacking a sense of internal peace and acceptance. He was not at fault for what happened to Kimano's brother, and if not called upon to help, he essentially had no connection. Demons were, after all, cast aside and without any remaining ties to those they had once called brothers.
They weren't like peri.
Ishiah watched quietly as Trixa made her way to the back door, honestly unsure whether or not he was a comfort or a nuisance at that point. Either way, it didn't overly matter to him— he had arrived with the intention of making sure that Trixa would survive, which clearly seemed to be the case. As for his own loss, it was easily dealt with on his own.
"Should I leave?" he asked, quietly, hands sliding into his pockets.
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Who was Ishiah to complain of Trixa's way of attending to her affairs, provided it didn't place the innocent at risk? There were certain things, he had come to realize in his time as a peri, that one had to do on their own, or else risk lacking a sense of internal peace and acceptance. He was not at fault for what happened to Kimano's brother, and if not called upon to help, he essentially had no connection. Demons were, after all, cast aside and without any remaining ties to those they had once called brothers.
They weren't like peri.
Ishiah watched quietly as Trixa made her way to the back door, honestly unsure whether or not he was a comfort or a nuisance at that point. Either way, it didn't overly matter to him— he had arrived with the intention of making sure that Trixa would survive, which clearly seemed to be the case. As for his own loss, it was easily dealt with on his own.
"Should I leave?" he asked, quietly, hands sliding into his pockets.