Tears are something a little foreign to angels, because they rarely have need to cry. Emotion is something so... ridiculously abstract to their species, it's difficult to really place it. And Inias has been on the verge of crying once or twice in his existence, and has cried in Adstringendum once, but it's still... well, sort of terrifying.
Still, it causes him to soften almost instantly, and he sighs slightly before patting his pockets down slightly to locate a handkerchief -- something leftover from his vessel, but clean and soft, and he lifts her chin with a few fingers, gently wiping away a stray tear before handing it to her to do herself with a faint smile.]
To err is to be human, correct?
[Quietly.]
To believe Lucifer's words is no less strange than the sky being blue.
[And Inias lets out a soft sigh before dropping his hands to his sides again, looking briefly... well, tired.]
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Tears are something a little foreign to angels, because they rarely have need to cry. Emotion is something so... ridiculously abstract to their species, it's difficult to really place it. And Inias has been on the verge of crying once or twice in his existence, and has cried in Adstringendum once, but it's still... well, sort of terrifying.
Still, it causes him to soften almost instantly, and he sighs slightly before patting his pockets down slightly to locate a handkerchief -- something leftover from his vessel, but clean and soft, and he lifts her chin with a few fingers, gently wiping away a stray tear before handing it to her to do herself with a faint smile.]
To err is to be human, correct?
[Quietly.]
To believe Lucifer's words is no less strange than the sky being blue.
[And Inias lets out a soft sigh before dropping his hands to his sides again, looking briefly... well, tired.]
That is, after all, what he is good at.