[...This angel...no matter Christine's praise of it, if Astarte is right, then it...it could look to hurt her. Harm her. And she has no idea.
Raoul has to steady himself, beat back the urge to yell and find cameras to yell at, to throw things at them, demanding the management let him free to help Christine. But he doesn't even know if she had simply dreamed it or not - it's a knee jerk reaction, and even he's not sure where exactly it came from.
He takes a deep breath. In, hold. Out. In, hold. Out.]
That is...not what I had ever imagined, in regards to angels.
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Raoul has to steady himself, beat back the urge to yell and find cameras to yell at, to throw things at them, demanding the management let him free to help Christine. But he doesn't even know if she had simply dreamed it or not - it's a knee jerk reaction, and even he's not sure where exactly it came from.
He takes a deep breath. In, hold. Out. In, hold. Out.]
That is...not what I had ever imagined, in regards to angels.