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[It's evening, and an Angel is sitting on the edge of the koi pond, doing - well, what is he doing?
It looks odd, anyway. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, with a look of deep concentration... then grips his head as though in pain. Pensive look, gripping head. Again and again, until he finally stops, even paler than his usual chalk-white pallor and looking vaguely nauseous.