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Rina (_breakmyself) wrote in light_of_may,

Conceit? No, that was not what it was at all. It was a concern because Rina knew how much things could stick out and when they did stick out it was the people who had the most wrong who might grasp onto it the most. If they saw an angel with wings then perhaps what they had once seen that ended with them where they were, or what they had heard or felt, could also be real... or something. Rina did not know. But she was not trying to be conceited. As though being told that she was nobody by a demon would really affect her. To a demon that was perhaps true. To some people as well. The ones that mattered where the ones that she tried to help and to them she was anything but nobody, nothing. They mattered. This demon mattered only because she had come to Rina's attention and it was necessary that she at least try to do something about her. That she might not be able to... that was a fact that she had accepted somewhere in the back of her mind.

It was true that she had the demon's name, and a general idea of what exactly she was, but why did that mean that Rina had to give her own name? The last time that she had shared anything with a demon it had not gone well for her. Not thinking about him. But it was a little too late, her neck giving a twitch that she tried to hide by looking away. These thoughts were really stirring up far too easily for anything even remotely resembling comfort. But... Trouble would have told her not to. Trouble would have clung to her leg and torn little gashes in it to stop her from even trying to face a demon down. The little familiar might be aware of all the same things as Rina, but she was also aware of the fact that her angel was really not the most suited for something like this. She was not even suited to watch what would happen when an angel met a demon if one really thought about it. Bloodshed made her feel extremely nauseous. "My name's Rina and I'm a patron. For those who you seem to enjoy tormenting." A whisper of panicked voices sounded in her ears but she was able to ignore them, having long since grown used to such interruptions that had no real place. As for the Horsemen. "No more than the Gabriels would. Perhaps they can come stay with you and your kind."