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The dark haired young woman said nothing in response to Apophis but her dark eyes, nearly black in colour, turned to fix her stare on him. Her expression was blank but was that a twinge of guilt visible in her eyes? It was just a flicker, there and gone in a short time, but now it was gone. Disappeared.

She regretted it, yes, but she hadn't had much choice. Alessiel had trouble even thinking of the other Fallen as she tried to keep herself alive. Then she heard Perso speak and her eyes shifted to him now, momentarily forgetting Apophis during the white haired male's angry rant. His red eyes almost sparked as she could almost feel the emotional turmoil he was in roll off him in waves.

Perhaps he had spoken some truth, though she wouldn't say it was all right. The female lost had felt abandoned by the lack of contact as she dealt with her own personal struggles with her own being. Alessiel was certain the others all had their own as well so she didn't want to comment on how she needed their sympathy. She didn't want to be pitied for who she was, that was absolutely disgraceful. Or, anyway, more so than she was to the rest of the Angels the way she was now. Oh, how she missed Heaven...

" Be calm, Perso," Alessiel murmured but the male lost had already gotten up from his seat and left. She gave a sigh as she glanced around at the others. Faye looked as caring and worried as ever, no different from before. She noted the others, one's she hadn't even acknowledged yet.

" Hello everyone," she said calmly, inclining her head to be respectful. At least she'd done even that much, Alessiel thought in annoyance. Others couldn't be bothered to even put of a pretence of 'manners'.