‘That makes two of us,’ he almost responded. But then he realized that no, pathetic as it was this state was as much a part of him now as the Demon Prosecutor. Pride wouldn’t let him admit it to anyone else, but he couldn’t very well hide it from himself.

With nothing else to say, he gave the angel a searching look then waved his apology off dismissively. After a pause, he turned his gaze back to the ceiling. “You know, I wasn’t actually asking for help. Not from you or from anyone else. I know even if I wanted to, it would cost more than I’m willing to pay.”