[ The angel looks at the reaper, and back to the flowers in his hand, his free hand pressed on his chest. He doesn't know what he finds more disconcerting, the flowers themselves or the blood (He doesn't bleed. Why would he bleed? Did he really change that much?), and the look in his eyes is one of utter confusion and alarm.]
H-hum.
[ He had simply thought he had been somehow exerting himself in ways he wasn't aware of. Navigating a semi-mortal corporation had made him feel trapped, confused, and there was still much he was figuring out. But as much as he may be lacking in knowledge about biology, he's pretty sure bleeding is bad, and that you're not supposed to spew up flowers. ]
I--yes. Yes, I...erm, I don't- know how that happened.
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H-hum.
[ He had simply thought he had been somehow exerting himself in ways he wasn't aware of. Navigating a semi-mortal corporation had made him feel trapped, confused, and there was still much he was figuring out. But as much as he may be lacking in knowledge about biology, he's pretty sure bleeding is bad, and that you're not supposed to spew up flowers. ]
I--yes. Yes, I...erm, I don't- know how that happened.