There was nothing around him but flowers and grass, and the openness of it made him feel small, further darkening his mood. He tried to remember what it felt like to be safe. Try as he might, the only memories associated with that feeling were woven with the placidity of the lowly and all Angelus was able to take from them was that, as much as he wished it, he didn't belong there. This realization wasn't new to him, it was one he'd reached many times, however it didn't lessen his desire. He wanted to belong somewhere, anywhere, and was almost to the point of conforming just so he had a place to call home.
The approach of another drew him out of his spiraling thoughts and caused him to tense. He wouldn't be caught off guard in the battlefield again. No, definitely not; he'd learned his lesson.
Angelus' ears swiveled in Roman's direction before dragging the rest of his head with him. Upon settling on her, his eyes brightened with recognition. He knew that confidence, that face. Well, 'knew' was perhaps a little strong, but he was somewhat familiar with her. Her statement was reaching, but true. He was lost and while that wasn't a new thought, his ability to push it aside and keep moving was diminishing quickly. "In a sense, I suppose I am." The brute was on the verge of saying more when yet another familiar figure appeared. Sin. Instantly his willingness to divulge his woes vanished. He doubted such weakness would be met with kindness in the presence of the other male and strove to not only protect himself, but to not lessen himself in the eyes of the other. "I'm always interested. It would be foolish not to strive for the best." How exactly he reached that goal, if reaching it were even possible, had yet to be decided. Angelus would continue weighing options until there was a clear victor.
"Speech"
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