Yves couldn't help but similarities between Necrosis and Azrael here, Azrael sometimes would close himself off when things got too much for him, and there were certain other similarities as well that he couldn't even put into words, but really, Necrosis was very much uncharted territory for Yves. A lot of things in Preya were new for the archangel, but seeing an angel from a different world had been earth-shattering to say the least.
He watched as Necrosis undid the bracelet and pulled out the coin, flipping it. He didn't understand what Necrosis was saying, as there was much he didn't understand, but he was curious, wanted to know more about this angel's world that was so different than his own.
Yves looked over at Necrosis, suppressing the urge to shrug. It was like asking him to tell the entirety of history and asking where he should begin, it was difficult. "What brought you out here tonight?" he asked him, "you're clearly going through something, and when I sat next to you you were clutching that feather like it was anchoring you to reality. What happened?" He figured the angel could most likely expand from there, if he wished.