After one last set of gentle pats and shakes, Cassiel gave up on trying to rouse Rosalinda from her unconscious state.
She looked up to find Rainier staring into the skies, at the uncontested angels.
"Are you... going to fight them?" she asked.
"I'd rather look for Kir... but someone has to stop what's happening." He clenched his fists.
Cassiel's heart beat faster. So much had happened. She'd lost her role, her home, her people... and here, Rainier had come back into her life.
So why did she feel so sad?
"Rain... Do you... still love me?" Cassiel asked.
He looked down, at her, and she rose to a stand, holding that gaze.
"I never stopped," he said, and hope fluttered in her chest. "But..." Her hope was replaced by trepidation. "A lot has happened. I can no longer see any good in Heaven. I no longer know what we could even be to each other."
"There are still good people in Ar-"
