Gerard sighed, and watched after Allys as she walked away; he was still watching when she had long disappeared from view. He was thinking about what she'd said; that she loved him. He wondered how many times he'd told her the same thing since he'd fallen; countless times, he knew, but had he meant it? Now that he was a Demon again, he didn't know what love meant anymore.
He looked round in surprise as someone spoke, and his eyes narrowed when he recognised the face. He didn't speak, and let Bert say his piece, with the intentions of walking away when he was finished, but his hand on his shoulder and the words following brought new meaning to the situation.
Shrugging out from under Bert's hand, he looked at him evenly, and barely suppressed a growl. "If you've been listening in on our conversation, you'll know that I don't want anything to do with your army," he snapped. "So go recruit someone who actually thinks it stands a chance. It was pure idiocy, thinking we could do it. We failed last time; you're going to fail again. Have fun pitching said idea to whoever it is you answer to these days, because He's not going to be happy when you fuck it up, trust me."
Rolling his eyes, Gerard turned on his heel and walked away, shaking his head in disbelief. What were they thinking, dredging up the army idea again? If it was going to work, it would've worked last time. Although, he had to admit, it was a tempting idea; the only reason it hadn't worked last time was because he'd developed a conscience at the last minute. He stopped walking. What if, this time, he didn't? It would work, guaranteed, but only because he was on the team. The rest of them didn't stand a chance. He shook his head, clearing these thoughts from his mind. He couldn't, not now; he'd been in Heaven, he had a conscience now, no going back from it - and then, of course, there was Allys. It bothered him slightly that she was the last thing that came to mind, but he shrugged it off, and started walking again.