“Well, I’m certainly glad to know not everybody is against me,” Mictain said dryly. Then, he sighed again. “No, you can’t understand. I doubt anybody can. Raphael… I loved him for two millennia, and he treated me like a toy. If even that.” At her mention of not wanting to cause any more conflicts, however, he managed a small chuckle. “Same for me. Adam has apparently decided that I’m worth a third chance. I’m determined to prove him right – not that most people would believe that.”

Then, he frowned. “Not as I remember? What do you mean? Is he no more a stuck-up bastard with serious mental issues who claims to be genderless yet keeps snogging with Pestilence in shadowy corners when he thinks nobody else is around?”