It was amazing how different the lives between the two of them were, there was so much about Necrosis's life that was so foreign to Yves, it just made him all the more curious. He'd been the first soul created and he'd named every living thing in his world, he'd been the one that guided destiny's path, even if it was subconsciously. He knew so much about his world, about his history, he had all the knowledge in his mind of good things and bad, but it was completely uncharted territory when it came to the other angel and that just made him curious.
He didn't just have a lot of siblings, all the angels in their world were bound together by God and by His will, all the archangels, the angels and Seraphim and every divine being in between were all related and Yves was the oldest, the one to name each and every one of them. It was always him that looked out for his siblings, always him that tried to temper the discord between them, though some like Michael and Dominic didn't trust him due to the power he held over them. Yves wondered if Necrosis's family struggles were similar to his own.
He watched in awe as the silver trinket transformed, smiling as he saw the other angel's relief and joy over the miracle.
Yves looked on at the photo, his crystal blue eyes widening and mouth opening just slightly in awe. It was beyond anything he could have imagined, they were all undoubtedly angels, but they looked so different than the other angels he knew. Though at the same time, there were similarities, he saw similarities between Ignis and Gabriel, the Archangel of Fire, Blackout had subtle similarities with Blandine, the Archangel of Dreams, and there were other small intricacies too that completely mystified and awed the archangel.
"What happened to them, if you don't mind my asking?" he asked, knowing it was a potentially painful question, but Necrosis had said he was the last angel left from his world, and Yves had a sorrowful expression when he looked up at Necrosis again.