“God cares for us as all things.” Lindor states this plainly, head tilted in response to his counterpart. He feels the need to clarify.
“It loves us as much as anything else.” Condescension lies behind his eyes, laced into inflection. “We simply... possess an ability to serve. Calling god an ally would be comparable to thinking the sky sparkles for our enjoyment. It is simply how things operate, and our feelings are merely a footnote. Our wills don’t matter. Everything’s just a translation of god’s.”
His gaze pivots upwards, ocean breeze disrupting his plumes. Those wings are *iridescent* against the night sky. It’s as if the moon itself is glowing beneath his feathers.
“Personally, my motivations are simple. I influence good in whichever plausibility. Yours must be more complex.”
He practically hovers, finding a place at Alex’s side.“Do you comprehend morality, or is it fundamental to avoid deep thought?”
The angel’s chin lifts. It’s impossible to know if he’s crying, not without the moon, but those glossy eyes aren’t departing from the horizon.
