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Jean-Paul was silent the entire time as Tony spoke, as the first whiff of the foul stench had made him gag and hold his breath. The weight of his sins, of the lives lost, of the people he could have saved and didn't, they weighed much heavier than his suit ever would. For a moment his suit sagged, causing Ezrael to tilt his head curiously.

Then one foot rose and slammed down onto the ground, hard, letting out a small clap of thunder from the weight, arms raised up to either side, weapons armed and primed, and the man within steeled himself to speak through the disgust he felt.

"Failed?" he spat, "Failed? You failed god. Bring me the innocent soul from this boue, and I will take them to heaven. Otherwise, get the hell out of my way. You all deserve to be here. And when I die I will join you, and spit on each of you personally." Deep within the suit engines fired and prepared as a small flame ignited at the end of one arm, the threat of coming fire.