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If this keeps up, I’ crazy about having respect for all living things, even for things as hideous as hellions

The old Paige, Iabove the ruined hellion city and wonder how she’s doing Is Moether? Will I ever get back to theht, assessing themselves for injuries They look the most carefully at Raffe, but not to see if he’s hurt They see him

Raffe is the only one of theed with healthy feathers He stands tall and muscular, with no scars or scabs on his powerful body

The only thinghis appearance is the dried-fruit necklace that the Pit lord gave hiround, telling Raffe that it could be used to show that a Pit lord favored hi off his neck

‘We thought we’d never see you again, Coht ere forsaken’

‘We always kneere meant to be forsaken,’ says Howler, ‘but it’s a different thing when it actually happens’

‘What’s happening topside?’ asks Ther, Uriel expediting an election by creating a false apocalypse, the invasion on our world, and what happened with his wings

While he’s talking to them, I watch Beliel Like the others, he’s handsome, masculine, and torn up But unlike the others, he looks toward Raffe with a conflicting er

‘You’re here to take us back with you, right?’ asks Beliel ‘We’re not fully Fallen yet We still have some of our feathers even’ Some of the others chuckle like that’s a joke

Beliel strokes the rerow back once they can see real sunlight again Won’t they?’

‘Let us help,’ says Hawk ‘Give us a mission’

‘Let us earn our way back, Commander,’ says Cyclone ‘We’re wasted down here’

Raffe takes a good look at the bones sticking out at odd angles He looks at their skinned linarled wounds I can see in his eyes that it hurts to see his loyal soldiers like this

‘What happened to the others?’ asks Raffe He looks at the dozen or so Watchers around us

‘They have their own journeys to travel now’ Therht theainst a hundred of Uriel’s angels

‘Where are the hellions?’ I ask

‘They’re the least of our worries,’ says Beliel

I look around at the barren landscape No hellions in sight ‘I need theet out of here’

They all stare at h to be this crazy?’ asks Little B

‘That’s hoe got here,’ I say ‘The hellions can jurabbed one to hitch a ride’ I shrug ‘I guess you guys never held a sword on a deh to do this before’