Oh, how far we’ve fallen Adam—she breathes; It’s what she would have said if she could. There was no denying that the two of them were in a miserable existence, a far cry from the majesty that they were that birthed all life ( Lilin & Angel alike ) itself from their respective wombs. They were torn from their bodies and put into these frail things, these frail children, that died and died and died every single second they lived, a mortal coil hanging over them as they lived inside this fleshy thing called the human body... but in reality, neither of them would ever have the pleasure of dying, they would never know an escape from the pain it is to breath, to feel, to live as everything both in & around them died—only to be pulled back to live through it again, fully aware of the last time they died. Guess claustrophobic could be one way to describe it; but can anything so easily describe the feelings of those who transcended the idea of feeling to begin with the moment they were born again? There was no word, there was no description, there was no feeling to express their kindred spirits, lost and adrift through time and space both as they became and always were playthings to fate, succumbing to the pain again and again in ad infinitum.
But who was she to speak about them and their fate? Perhaps on some level, deep down, they deserved it to pay for the sins of their creators, both in man and the First Ancestral Race, and how they aspired to be like God ( or in case of the latter, be God ). They were meant to spread their creators’ seed and allow life to exist, but what if it was God’s will that life was never meant to exist past their creators? What if in denying their fate they perverted the universe with something that was never intended to survive? What if they were to suffer simply because that? After all, the Fruit of Life & Knowledge both were never meant to leave the Garden of Eden in one way or another. Who was she to speak on such things?