“Right,” Elijah said, nodding along. Though he felt a little like his brain was leaking out his ears. “Right, okay. Okay. So. Angels.” It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. But so was being held captive in a fucking underground fighting ring, and that had happened to him. And so was oatmeal materialising out of nowhere, and he had eaten it.
“I’m sort of-” Elijah waved his hands around, to indicate ‘feeling crazy’. “But not losing my shit? Yesterday I found out I’m two years older than I thought I was. So. Okay. Angels are real too. I guess. You didn’t tell me who you are though. Are you just a- Are you just like me? But an angel gave you that cup? Or what?”