@herosburden
Generally, Angra Mainyu’s (almost) self-appointed job brought him outside the town. It was fine by him; he did not dislike the company of others, to be surrounded by people who did not care about what he was or where he came from. He did not dislike it, and that, perhaps was the problem.
When your identity is a fickle thing, you search for ways to preserve it as much as you can. For him, it has always been a matter of perspective. Of distance and rationality. Blatant logic that battered his emotions (his hate, his love, everything) into something unimportant. That’s how it should be. And he found it easier in the quietness and solitude of the white wilderness at the other side of Eidolon Town.
In this case though, his task had brought him in the oposite direction: to the docks.
In life, he had never known the sea. He grew up in an arid place near the mountains, and it had only been through his different hosts in the Fuyuki Wars that he had been able to contemplate it for the first time. As he stood now, watching the sea that extended towards the horizon, he remembered Irisviel childish joy at the beach. Her wondrous admiration for something so big and so vast.
Unfortunately, he was not there to daydream, and promptly moved away to do his task. Still, her feelings lingered in his heart.
Of all the things he had done so far, rummaging through moist garbage seemed like the most unpleasant of them all, but he did not even grimace as he collected the Lilium Gellatin with his bare fingers... although this would take a while.