I know you do. [Dezel can feel the other seraph quivering on the wind. He meets Zaveid halfway or maybe more, clasps his hand tight. This isn't the grip of a dead man, but something a little softer. Warmer. Understanding.] You're not cursed. That's our role as seraphim. We watch and we remember when no one else will.

[He gazes into Zaveid's eyes, his own green and dark and serious. It's a fleeting glimpse of what Dezel used to be like when he was whole. Even dressed in his mentor's clothes, he can see here.]

You were there. That gun held your promise and it carried me to mine.

I didn't go alone.