“You can't
be an angel, your wings are blue,” he said, “just leave me
alone.”
“I don't
know why my wings are this way. They said I was a bad angel but I
didn't do anything wrong,” she said sniffling again. Apparently it
was a sensitive topic. “Please let me look at your checks, if I
don't cure it, things will get a lot worse.”
Kelpie left
bloody fingers to his check where the fairy queen had punched it, it
was still swallowed.
“Your
hands too,” the angel said.
“If you
cure me, it will get a lot worse for you, you'll get hurt, that's
what happens to the angel I know at least, why do you want to cure me
and get hurt for? You don't even know me,” Kelpie said.
“Because
that's what angels do, we have to cure people no matter how painful
it is,” she said.
“I never
heart of that one,” Kelpie answered.
“It's my
duty, if I'm a bad angel, my wings will get even bluer, that's what
they say, I need to follow my duty,” she answered.
“That's
stupid,” Kelpie said, “Why follow something that hurts you?”
It was one
things to be cure and he would have liked that, but hurting a girl in
the process wasn't as appealing and at least while talking about hr,
she wasn't retrieving any information from him.
“It's
the will of god that you were hurt, if I cure you, I need to be
punished because I went against his will, that's why I take your
pain, because it asked me too,” she tried to explain but the
concept didn't really go through Kelpie's head so well, for him it
was really all truly nonsensical.
“So God
hurt me so that he could hurt you without letting you know,” he
answered.
“Oh no, he
wouldn't do anything like that really, he is really, really nice,”
she answered.
“Well if
he is that nice, why are you in this creepy place? You seem to do
everything he says.” Kelpie said.
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