[ Angel can share that comfort. It wasn't that long ago that she laughed herself mad in front of Kabal as she realized she was totally worthless as a person for the first time in her life. No one cared about her.
Or, well, they did. But not in the way that dictated her life so far. Blood and sad and money stained in both. Bullets for teeth and violence in their hands, and Angel was Angel in the biblical sense: a thousand eyes and a voice like multitudes, inhuman and terrifying. That killed on a scale that no person ought to be capable of.
And an impossibly weak, scared, dying little girl all alone. ]
That's not my fate. I left that to the people I care about, even if it... It sucks sometimes, knowing I'll never see him pay for what he did. But I suppose I can take comfort in knowing I paid for what I did too.
I hope you do though. See whoever it is pay. I do... I do wonder what that might feel like.
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Or, well, they did. But not in the way that dictated her life so far. Blood and sad and money stained in both. Bullets for teeth and violence in their hands, and Angel was Angel in the biblical sense: a thousand eyes and a voice like multitudes, inhuman and terrifying. That killed on a scale that no person ought to be capable of.
And an impossibly weak, scared, dying little girl all alone. ]
That's not my fate. I left that to the people I care about, even if it... It sucks sometimes, knowing I'll never see him pay for what he did. But I suppose I can take comfort in knowing I paid for what I did too.
I hope you do though. See whoever it is pay. I do... I do wonder what that might feel like.