"Those wings really would be helpful now, wouldn't they? Or maybe they wouldn't be." He shrugged, but was more puzzled as to why he'd said she'd burned his wings, especially since he could still remember the look on Amenadiel's face as he'd tossed the lighter. This business with the detective was distracting, even hundreds of years in the future, in space.
Glancing back at Maze, he added, "I really don't know."
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