"I can think of a connection between zippers and desire," Nessa said casually, not thinking that she would probably scandalize her father by doing so.

Diamond blues find the ceiling and its numerous tiles. The silence gathering around them turned him small. Terrifying power in his veins, yet he felt powerless.

How laughably ironic.

Part of him wants to wallow in the feeling. Go back to being that helpless child stuck on his mother's floor. Alone. It's tempting. Certainly easier than fighting has been and would continue to be. But there's too much to lose by giving up. Loneliness didn't hold him anymore, and it never would again. Not because Deoxys shared his body, Killian escaped long before then. Five years ago, to be exact, when he found Lex.

She is light in a world absent of it. Killian would do anything to keep that light burning. Even step out of her glow and back into the black. If only for a while. Looking from the ceiling to her said she thought it forever.

An ocean of stars blinked to life above him, their light reflected in the dark mirror of the sea. Killian hardly noticed the time pass. Thoughts so effortlessly pulled to a distant place in the silence.

Someone else on the roof? At this hour? Wasn't there class? He sat up from his spot on top of the maintenance shed and looked around, peering off the edge and over to the picnic area where someone just flopped their happy ass down on a bench like some freaking emo kid with too many real world problems. Of course, he was up there also ignoring all of his problems like an emo kid, but he wasn't about to admit that.

They make it sound like he's dropped a massive bomb on the conversation. But Xander couldn't look any more indifferent. The haunting visage of death greeted him twice so far. It numbed him on the first visit and desensitized him on the second. An uncomfortable realization hammered home by Angelo's hand against his shoulder.

Predictably, Petrichor didn't move a single muscle, which only brought back Dew's scowl, but as tempting as it was to just bend down and drag him to his feet - something he was incredibly confident he could manage - he thought twice and decided on a different route. One extraordinarily deep breath later, Dew's scowl vanished and he put on a smile.

Granted, it was a strained smile with a bit too much teeth showing. Maybe he looked more pained than anything ...

Whatever.

"Come now. It sounds like it would be a simple enough job, especially for a ... magnificent esteemed god such as yourself ..." He thought he might throw up. "In and out. And then a meal worthy of a figure of import such as yourself. Just picture it, Petrichor." For good measure, Dew hummed a sound of mild satisfaction at the would-be thought of it.

To be a saint, or anywhere near the definition, requires doing what is necessary to allow humanity some chance at paradise, a̴̛f̡̛t̀͡ȩ̀r̷̶ ͜͠a̷͜l̛͠ĺ̛—

“I hope you know that when something intrigues me, it becomes mine eventually. And you, my dear…are absolutely fascinating.”

He leaned forwards, his fingers netted together in a bridge that his chin rested on. A sick smile on his face. "You've managed to do something absolutely impossible and completely dangerous. You've impressed me."

Sometimes the constant buzzing of the island and its inhabitants were just too much, so he had to come to the city and breathe in the fresh thoughts of normal humans.

Not a word was said, but an understanding was easily arranged. The walking tempest that Akira was, for once, seemed fairly inviting. Still, in that moment, everything else fell silent, buried by the whirling chaos that stood there, offering coffee.

”That being said, I’d like to think I have a little more class than what that child does.” Ame could probably disagree with that sentiment, Ares too, but that was whatever. ”Besides that, he’s been branded a traitor by the council and that alone is enough of a deciding factor. He and I have had a civil relationship in the past, but, as your people say, them’s the breaks.” That didn’t sound right at all coming from an ancient ethereal being, but whatever. There was also the added bonus that Kyou was indeed on the losing side of this battle, and that Koge relished in nothing more than a good underdog story, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. “I can assure you that I have no ulterior motives in taking your side in this despite your disadvantage. I do not desire anything in return. I deal in fair trade, rather than owed favours.”