The angel watches him approach the pool, stepping forward after nothing seems to happen. Looking here and there and everywhere around him, his brow is furrowed in curiosity and confusion. This place feels overwhelmingly...important. For many, many reasons, muddled into each other, with an grander layer of something much more particular.

He steps up beside the demon, hands held together in front of him, looking at the water, narrowing his eyes at it. But then, he straightens up and raises his brows. With a faint shimmy of his shoulders, he could swear he feels a little better, in some way.

"I doesn't...feel like a trap." But good traps never do.