Whatever sentence the child was trying to say gets cut off mid-way as Aurelius reaches down, scoops her up under an arm, and starts running.
"Now isn't the time for this," the angel rebukes.
"As you no doubt hear, we've caught the wrong kind of attention."
At the end of a hallway, Aurelius skids to a stop before turning left; behind him a series of lasers miss their mark as they pepper the walls with tiny hissing, heated holes.
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