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It was always so much fun to watch them struggle. It was like having a mouse by the tail —their endeavor would be fruitless and yet still they try. Still, they have hope that somehow, they would overcome what was superior to them in every way, an impossible situation. A human youth against something like Alastair? The demon scoffed with evident and nauseating glee on his features. Yes, he was enjoying this far too much, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

With a free hand. Alastair wrenched the door to the warehouse open with seemingly little effort before slinging the young boy across the room, pinning him against the wall with a strong, invisible force as though he was simply tossing a ball.

"Hm." He shrugged, feigning disappointment. "I guess leaving is an option…” He conceded, though in his mind, it was never one that the demon would entertain. Not when there was fun to be had. Allowing his prized razor to slip from his sleeve and into a firm grip, as though it belonged as part of the torturer’s arm, Alastair held up the object, so there was no doubt in this child’s mind what was going to follow.

"…Or, there’s this way."

He would take painfully slow steps at first, the anticipation working as a wonderful prelude to the torture itself. Glassy, borrowed eyes would glue to the body of the human, wondering which part to slice first, what to carve, what to do to him. Oh, there were millions of thoughts going around the Grand Inquizitor’s mind, and none of them were good to anyone on the receiving end.

"Now where should I start with you…?" His words were slow. Strung out, and muted, musing to himself aloud. Alastair stopped at an intrusively close distance from Alfie, eyes roaming, mind working. Though, with a tut, and a sigh, the demon folded his arms. "You see, the problem with up here is that there’s only so much I can do before you.." He finished his thought with a somewhat nonchalant shrug. "…Nothing like downstairs." The demon grumbled, thought bu now, he was mindlessly running the blade across different parts of Alfie’s body, just enough to pinch a little at the skin.

And then, a fun little game popped into his mind.

Alastair’s face was alight with glee at his new idea, something inspired from a thing or two he had seen from walking the Earth. It was always good to start a little slow, gauge the fear and tolerance. If he were in Hell, he would plunge the razor straight in and begin carving. But up here? Up here he needed his victim to live as long as possible, cause the most pain that he could in the span of a dying lifetime. So yes, he’d begin slow.

The razor was jabbed into the wall, next to Alfie’s thumb; close to his thumb. This was where the game began. “Remember kiddo, this stops when you squawk” He lied convincingly. It stopped when the Angel came; it stopped when he knew where the Winchester’s were. Then again, Alastair stabbed into the wall, between his thumb and finger, and so on between all of them, one slip, and a finger would be off, or at least half-severed. A nice, slow place to start. Of course, the runt wouldn’t last very long, or so he assumed.

The anticipation, oh, it was almost the best part.

All of a sudden, his feet left the floor and there was a moment of weightlessness... And then his back was slammed into the wall. All the air was knocked from Alfie's lungs and the young man was choking on his own tongue.

He took a moment to gather his wits. To breathe slowly. To try and hear the Demon over his own thudding heart. The razor, however, caught his attention. Alfie's eyes widened and his mouth went completely dry. He was going to die in here. This was it. His glorious Holy mission would end here. Bloody and screaming.

The human tried to struggle away as Alastair approached him. Agonizingly slow footsteps and Alfie felt as if he were being mocked. And he was probably right. The Demon was speaking and Alfie finally stopped struggling long enough to listen.

"Look... You're wasting your time... The... Angels don't care..."

Please be far away, Samandriel...

"Even if I did shout for him, he wouldn't come. I told you, I'm out. I don't mean anything to them anymore."

Please don't come here, Samandriel...

Alfie jumped and shuddered as the blade ran over his body. There was nothing he could do. Nowhere to run. An hiding was hardly an option. If he called for his Angel, then Samandriel would be at the mercy of this... Thing. But that might be the only way he could survive.

He jumped and yelped as the razor bit into the wall. Blue eyes bright and shiny with fear.

"Don't... Please don't..."

Burn My Kingdom Down [Samandriel&Gabriel]

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Crashing was never a good sign. The thought of Samandriel seeing him like this never crossed his mind. Assuming that the angel would just meet up with him later rather than arriving there. He was slow to get up from the spot. Legs pulling up, body shaking, and the pain. He knew he’d made a mistake using that much strength at once. Gabriel knew he should have stayed in Heaven just a little longer to recover, but he couldn’t let the young angel know something was wrong.

Now all the signs were pointing that there was something seriously wrong.

Golden eyes moved across the ground to see just how bad the impact had been. Broken trees, a crater in the ground… It looked like something large had hit, a meteorite. Thankfully most wouldn’t be aware of what had happened and he could keep playing the everything was fine card for a little longer. As long as Samandriel kept his mouth shut.

"I need.." He started, straightening himself up and stumbling a few steps forward. There were cuts across his vessel and small glimpses of his grace poked out. Gabriel just pulled the jacket tighter around himself in an attempt to hide it away. Push aside any worries for himself. "I need to find out what our brothers know."

No what he needed was time to repair himself. He needed time to recover and think of a plan. Gabriel dragged himself out of the crater he’d made, barely giving it a second glance.

Bright blue eyes flicked between the staggering Angel and the crater in the ground. Samandriel pursed her lips together and crossed pale, slim arms over her chest. This was not good. This was not good at all. Everything was all going wrong all at once and to top it all off, the only Archangel she really trusted was pretty much out of commission. Well wasn't that just peachy?

Samandriel wanted to offer help, but she knew that it would be brushed off. And there was no point in offering help where it wasn't wanted. The younger Angel had learned that lesson the hard way with Sam.

As Gabriel spoke and dragged himself out of the crater, Samandriel trotted close behind him. Just in case the Archangel stumbled and fell and then she would be there to catch him. Just in case.

"I don't think they know much more than us... But... Michael is around here so... Might be an idea to ask him."

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Far To Go [Samandriel&Castiel]

Nothing thus far was as astonishing to Castiel as the news that Michael was as bereft of Grace as he. That some malevolent force could render something as powerful as an archangel to such a powerless state was disturbing. Knowing this, he wondered if, perhaps, the nameless identity that had stripped his own Grace was the same one responsible for Michael’s impotence. The notion was certainly feasible. He could not discredit the possibility that there were two separate entities responsible, either, though it was somewhat more disconcerting to think about. Regardless, with this latest piece of information, the situation suddenly looked much more dire than previously.

Castiel was shaken from his contemplation by the spreading of Samandriel’s wings. His own wings twitched in longing at the prospect of catching the wind in flight. He kept them pressed to his back, however, as they currently served no purpose. This unsettled him, as flight had been his primary mode of transportation since his creation, and his inability to use it hindered him greatly. He recognised that there was currently nothing to be done about it, however, and so he resigned himself readily to Samandriel’s help, hoping that he would not be long relying on it.

“Thank you,” he said upon their landing, grateful that he at least would not have to walk the distance. He then took a moment to look around and notice his surroundings. How long he would be spending in this town was thus far indeterminable, and having a general idea of what was around could prove useful. More pressing than the surrounding buildings, however, was his situation. Bigfork was a good starting place, but the path branched from here. Inevitably, he would traverse both paths, as Michael and the Winchesters were equally important for him to meet, but where to start was the question.

Ultimately, he decided to search for Sam and Dean. For this, there were several reasons, not least of all being the fact that he still thought of them as friends. Their status concerned him as much as his need for help at the moment. Moreover, he suspected that they would be a decent starting place, given their tendency to get caught in the middle of these kinds of affairs. He figured their knowledge of the situation likely to be adequate enough to start him on the right track. If not, he would simply turn to other sources next. He merely hoped that they still thought kindly of him, though doubted the possibility in light of recent events. Regardless, he at least hoped his reappearance would not perturb them too much, so that they could, at the very least, explain what they knew. He felt this expectation to be reasonable, and finally turned his gaze back to meet Samandriel’s.

“You said the Winchesters are around here. Are you able to locate them?”

Samandriel's landing was not his best. Not by a long shot. But he was not used to carrying another. A human would be nothing, but another Angel? Just because his Grace was fading did not mean that in the grand scheme of things Castiel wasn't an immense creature. And the fact that one of his wings were injured in the fight against the Leviathan's did not help matters.

Burned bronze and tan wings fluttered once more as they became used to being grounded once more. There was a slight ache due to the extra weight and a throbbing pain in his left wing. But they were soon folded tightly against his back.

The younger Angel was fidgety and nervous. He had never seen Castiel in this sort of state and Samandriel did not like it. He cocked his head to one side as he listened to his older brother speak. He knew that he was expected to take Castiel to the Winchesters, but he himself didn't know for sure where they were.

"I can feel Dean's presence strongly... Not too far from here. But.. His Soul feel strange. Almost..."

Samandriel caught his lower lip between his teeth as he thought about how to describe the feeling he got from the Elder Winchester. But there was only one word to describe it. And it was just... Wrong.

"Angelic."

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"Alastair." He drawled in greeting —not that it made too much difference. The only use the boy had for the name was to beg it’s owner for mercy, and oh, how the anticipation for that moment tingled at his fingers.

The demon was going to wait until they actually got to the warehouse to have some fun, but his whole body yearned for his blade. It wanted blood and flesh and curdling screams. Symphonies. And he wanted them now. It was only a few minutes of walking before the two no longer had an audience, and Alastair wasted no time in taking the youth by the throat. Perhaps he could carry him the rest of the way like that. Or throw him to the ground and drag him by his pinky fingers. Or a rope around his ankles. Ah, the possibilities were endless.

They were going to have so much fun together.

A dark, nasally chuckle reverberated in the back of his throat as the demon slowly lifted Alfie just a little off the floor before allowing his eyes to roll into an impure and unearthly white colour, and wore a grin spread so wide that it almost split his face in two.

"And what was your angels name?"

Not that he cared. It was a nice touch though, just assuring him that he wasn’t free of the supernatural, oh not by a long shot if Alastair had anything to do with it. Alfie was carried the rest of the way, held tightly at his jugular, but the demon wouldn’t allow him to pass out. Not yet. Not when the fun hadn’t even started yet.

"Be a good little boy and call him down for me, and maybe…" A punch of laughter played on Alastair’s lips. "…just maybe, this won’t have to be as a-g-o-n-i-z-i-n-g and p-a-i-n-f-u-l as I’d like it to be."

Though of course, that was a lie —something demons are renowned for, to say the least. When the winged cockroach was back, he’d still have to torture him to get information on the Winchester boys. This was one of his first projects since he had dug his way up here. He wasn’t going to tread lightly.

Alfie didn't have time to respond to the name. Didn't have time to defend himself. Didn't have time for anything. Strong fingers were wrapped around his throat and caused bright blue eyes to widen in fear. He was dragged up onto his tiptoes and despite knowing it would be useless, Alfie grabbed hold of Alastair's wrists and tugged and pulled. Dug his nails in and clawed at borrowed flesh.

"Fuck you..."

The words were barely coughed out from his constricted throat. He wasn't going to give this... Thing Samandriel's name. The Angel had given him a brief run down of the Demons and the colours of their eyes. He had assured him that the likelihood of running into anything with white eyes was so small he shouldn't have to worry. But if he did, then he was to run and to call for him. Because this was something that Alfie would not be able to deal with on his own.

He wriggled and kicked and fought as the Demon effortlessly lifted him and began to carry him towards one of the warehouses. He didn't want to be dragged in there. Couldn't let it happen. Couldn't let this thing have Samandriel. But he was only human and he wanted to survive. He didn't want to die like this.

"The Angel left. He's gone back upstairs... He's not coming back. You might as well just leave cause there is no Angel."

To think that this boy counted as a vessel of the high and mighty Angel brigade —the thought was unfathomable. Perhaps the winged rats had decided not to be so picky anymore, just like the demons. In any case, having a vessel brought him one step closer to having an angel, and having an angel meant getting to a Winchester.

"Somethin’ like that." He smiled, shark-like teeth flashing in an attempt to look friendly —though perhaps it would give the opposite effect. Oh well, as far as the kid knew, he was just some lost stranger, and it would stay that way until they made it to the warehouse.

Oh, how he would scream. Loud enough for all of the angels to hear it, that was for sure.

"You mind takin’ me there, lad —if it’s not too much trouble." Kindness. To hear those words made him want to bite his own tongue off. He’d take it out on the kid later, but for now, he would bare this unseemly facade just a little while longer. Until they were away from prying eyes.#

"You see, my sense of direction is hellish."

This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon. The guy was kinda creepy and had an air of sex offender about him. But... He supposed since he had left Samandriel in the lurch the least he could do was try and live by his example, right? Alfie had never really been the best Christian in the world. And he had actually been completely surprised when his prayer had been answered. Like... Shit, not only do Angels actually exist, but one was coming down to help him out.

"Sure, man. It's not that far from here. This town is pretty small so... You can get pretty much anywhere in twenty minutes worth of walking. Uh... I'm Alfie by the way."

He considers offering his hand for the man to shake, but then decides he actually really doesn't want the guy to touch him. Alfie knew it was horribly judgemental of him, but he didn't need to touch the guy to show him to a warehouse.

The young man shuffled awkwardly for a moment before giving a little nod and shoving his hands in his pockets. Another moment and he'd turned on his heel and was loping off in the direction of the warehouse.

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#Gospal

Fresh air, calm skies, peaceful streets. How it all sickened the demon. Bring back the meat hooks and burning flesh —he couldn’t wait to get back to his post and start his trade again. But there was a little matter to take care of first, a little matter or revenge, and as a motivator, it was unbeatable.

And so he wandered, wandered in search of the Winchester’s, of any celestial maggots, anything that he could pin the blame on for his demise, and he could find a lot of excuses to blame a lot of beings. To any human, he’d look just like on of them, back riding the skin of his favourite pediatrician, but an undetected darkness lay not-so dormant within him, one more vehement than before.

So when he sensed a vessel to one of those rats in the VIP lobby upstairs, well, he had to make sure he hadn’t lost his touch, right?

"S’cuse me." He began, his nasally tone uncharacteristically polite. “I just wondered if you could show me to, uh, this point."

From his back pocket, Alastair revealed a map, one with an old warehouse circled, one where he had set up temporary living arrangements whilst he was walking the Earth. If there weren’t as many prying eyes, he would have dragged the vessel back impaled on a meat hook —it didn’t feel right doing it the subtle way, but for now, he wanted to keep a low profile.

"Sorry, man. Not from around here. You could ask inside the motel though."

On the off chance, he glanced down at the map. He had seen a few things here and there on the odd occasion he was awake whilst Samandriel took over the reins. He raised his eyebrows as he noted that it looked like the warehouse in which he had met Sam Winchester was circled. Maybe this was one of his God bothering buddies? Not his scene in the slightest and not something he wanted to get involved in. Plus there was just something off about the guy....

"Actually... I think I know this place. Might be occupied though... Friend of yours, yeah?"

Alfie clamped the cigarette between his teeth and took a closer look at the map. It certainly looked like the same warehouse. But he couldn't be sure. Maybe it would serve Sam right for another to see how far he'd fallen.

"Well.... That went fucking fantastic. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the featherhead was hurt..."

Alfie had left the motel to grab a smoke and clear his head. He felt guilty about giving the Angel the cold shoulder, but it was for the best. It was. He didn't want either of them to die.

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#The Angel of Eternity and Trembling

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Burn My Kingdom Down [Samandriel&Gabriel]

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A hand raised to wave off the idea of cleaning up Heaven. For now it was a lost cause. It’d be something the remaining angels would need to speak about, but for now leaving them at rest was the best they could do. That along with the idea he wasn’t sure Samandriel would actually be up to the emotional strain it would be. Most of them dead Gabriel hadn’t seen in centuries, some he’d never had the chance to meet. Brothers and sisters he’d turned his back on.

There was a light shake of his head to brush away the idea aside. Gabriel couldn’t let himself become emotionally compromised in front of his younger sibling. “We’ll figure out a way to return and give them proper burials." He spoke quietly with authority. “Now we have other matters to attend to."

His head jerked slightly as he glanced at the younger angel. “I’m fine." Immediately defensive, though he brushed it aside. “We need to leave, however. We can speak more once we return."

Gabriel stepped aside, brushing aside any remark that could come from Samandriel’s mouth. That along with the fact he needed to focus the best he could. Golden wings spread and moments later he was disappearing to return.

The only problem was it didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. Despite focusing on the flight and landing, it didn’t happen as gracefully as he’d hoped. Trees snapped as large wings crashed against them. The ground coming far too fast and too hard. Gabriel slid across the ground, knocking trees and the like out of the way with his crash. For a small vessel, Gabriel left one hell of an impact on the ground in Flathead Lake State Park.

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The raised hand silenced any other words that maya have fallen from the younger Angel's lips. And if Samandriel was honest being dismissed in such a way was hurtful. But to be expected. He was a lower class of Angel. Much, much lower than Gabriel. The Messenger of God did not owe him anything and he certainly didn't have to show him any respect. The fact that he had comforted him and shielded him with his wings spoke volumes about Gabriel's character rather than his station. But that gap was still there and Samandriel knew to abide by it. He fell into the Soldier's stance and stared straight ahead as he waited for orders.

He could not help but look curiously at his older brother as the Archangel shook his head and seemed lost in his own thoughts. There was something bubbling beneath the surface. Something that Gabriel didn't want Samandriel to see. So the younger Angel left it well alone. Ignored it and pretended it was nothing. They were both hurting, but they dealt with it in different ways. The authority in Gabriel's tone made him stand straighter, his wings flicked and folded in a more unifom manner and he gave a sharp nod.

"Yes. Of course."

The defensive tone in his brother's voice as he asked if he needed help made Samandriel cringe inwardly. But he did not lose his Soldier's stance and continued to stare straight ahead. It was stupid of him to say such a thing. To dare suggest that an Archangel needed help. He needed to stop asking questions. To stay quiet and do as he was told. He needed to remember that he was an Angel, not a wilful little human.

Before Samandriel could answer him, Gabriel was spreading his wings and all he could do was watch with wide eyes. Those six golden wings had been imprinted on his memory. Since his creation Samandriel had looked upon his older brothers with a sense of awe. But he had always been impressed with Gabriel's wings. He waited to watch him soar down to Earth... But it didn't happen. It seemed to be going so well and then... Did he lose control? Was he too weakened? Whatever it was, his brother was falling and Samandriel knew there was no way he would be able to help him.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

The younger Angel sprinted towards the edge and then jumped. His body twisted in the air and he curved into a swan dive. Wings were folded flat to his back as Samandriel shot through the clouds like a bullet. The wind tore at him and the atmosphere rippled around his very being. But it had been for nothing. He had tried the best he could, but already he could see the furrowed crator billowing out beneath him. Now came the question, would he be able to stop himself in time? Large wings snapped out and instantly caught the wind. The younger Angel was hauled up a few feet and he was able to glide down to Earth. Far more graceful than Gabriel had managed. But still a little worse for wear.

He did not ask how Gabriel was. He didn't think that the Archangel would appreciate it. And so he vanished and went in search of his Vessel. Although he returned a few moments later without him. His Grace throbbed with sadness. Although he should have known something like this would happen. The hearts of man were fickle and he had asked so much of Alfie already. Another moment he was gone and he returned with a different Vessel. A woman who already lived in the town and clung onto her Faith. It had been an honour for her to accept.

"Where do we go from here?"

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Alfie....

No, Samandriel.

I... Do not understand...

I'm out. No more. I'm sorry... I just... I spoke with two other Vessels... They think it's for the best if I don't... It's best for both of us, man. You're in way over your head.

Alfie... You agreed...

Yeah. And you never gave me a time limit. So here's my limit. No. You can't use me as a Vessel again. It's over.

Your sister...

Yeah... And I am grateful. Really, I am. So grateful. So, what...? You gonna undo all your good work? Cause I said no. She shouldn't have to suffer.

You went back on your word... But... No... I will not break my promise... Your sister will not suffer.

Thanks, man... I mean it... Look... We were going to get killed. We've not even been in this town a few days and already everything is trying to kill us. Go home, Samandriel. Keep safe... Go home.

I can't... Safe journey, Alfie.

Yeah... You too, man.... See ya...

Goodbye.

#One shot

#Gospal

Then

Samandriel had been sent down to Earth at the dawn of man. To watch over them and to take away their pain should they ask for it. Answering each and every prayer that came his way and carrying their burden. Never letting go. Never asking for anything in return.

Until Alfie.

Beautiful, damaged, enraged Alfie.

The young man asked not for himself, but for his sister. Prayed long and hard into the night. Every night. For years. A prayer that Samandriel was unsure about answering as he needed his sister's permission to do his duty. And that she couldn't give.

But the rules were bent and a deal was made. Angels do not make deals, but Alfie was no fool. He intended to gain something from becoming a Vessel. And an unlikely friendship was formed.

Now

Samandriel was drawn to Bigfork due to a sudden influx in Leviathan in the area. He could sense the steady build up of Grace in the run down little town, but no Angels in sight. The younger Angel feared that the Leviathan had devoured his brothers and sisters and so threw himself into battle. It would have ended badly for Samandriel had it not been for the appearence of the Archangel Michael. His elder brother was practically human with little Grace to speak of. And so Samandriel ended up flying them out of there and they are now hiding in an old barn.

During his investigations of the old town, Samandriel runs into Castiel. He is astonished to find him as word on the Angel Radio was that he had been sent to Purgatory to atone for his sins. But they converse and Samandriel agrees to help him find the Winchesters.

Needing to find peace from inner turmoil and the ‘wtf’ going on in the town, Samandriel goes off on his own to sing the Gloria. Is found by Lucifer and they converse.

Upon discovering Sam Winchester jumped up on Demon blood in an old warehouse, Samandriel tried to help. But Sam does not wish him to and asks him several times to leave. Despite warnings, Samandriel presses forward, determined to try and do some good. In turn Sam sends the Angel back up to Heaven, leaving Alfie behind. Having being forced back to Heaven, Samandriel discovers that a large number of his siblings are dead. Gabriel comes to his aid.

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"Fine, yeah, I’m fine. Uh…" he scratched the back of his head, pointing to a building just up the hill from where the two of them currently stood. “You see that building up there? That’s the main office of the motel. You can check in there and they’ll give you the key to your room and shit. Is that, uh…"

"Is that all? I gotta get to work and stuff."

Alfie shifted and turned to look where the other man was pointing and gave a sharp nod. He had hundreds of questions but he could tell that Adam would not be answering anymore today.

"Thanks, man. You.... Uh... Take care of yourself, yeah? I'll be there till morning should you... Uh... Y'know.... Need anything. See ya..."

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Gone Fishing ━ Samandriel & Michael

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"Of course. Fine, fine." He dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, wincing just the slightest bit. There was no mistake — he was wounded, though it didn’t seem to be life-threatening. Not at the moment, anyway. He hoped that with the fluctuation of his Grace that it would heal itself, but that could be days from now. Weeks, even.

"But now the question is, where are all of these Leviathan coming from? I’ve sensed their presences for weeks now, but that’s the first out and out attack I’ve experienced around here." With one hand protectively holding his side, the archangel made his way towards the barn door, opening it just the slightest bit, in case the Leviathan they were fighting earlier had followed them to their current location. He peered out through the crack between the door and the threshold, but saw nothing but the rain beating against the marshy ground, the dark-gray sky rumbling overhead. It seemed that they’d really gotten away from their foes for the time being. He wasn’t sure if it were only a matter of time before they came looking for the two incapacitated angels.

"This place seems to be safe for now," he concluded, shutting the door again and making his way back over to Samandriel, his breath silent yet labored from the effort of doing so. Michael eased himself to a sitting position on one of the bales of hay, lips pursed into a tight line. “It may be a matter of time before they begin pursuing us."

"But it’s good to see you again, brother." He attempted to offer the other a small smile. “Truly."