@watchfuIeye ↯ ... [ barachiel’s gaze flickers from the throne to the wisps of smoke rising lazily from his lips; his hand moves to take his cigarette out of his mouth, elbow resting on his knee. ] i don’t turn a blind eye. chief’s a lousy drunk and a perv, that much i know more than anyone. [ he snuffs his cigarette out on the marble floor below him, standing up and resting his hand idly over the flintlock rifle by his hip. ] but he’s a better man than you or seraphiel will ever be. you two give the chief less credit than he deserves. [ he tilts his head, ivy green eyes cold with defiance. ] i made my choice, and i’m with my chief ‘til the end.