Angel Dust

[ Valentino learned a long time ago ways to twist things, and warp them, and make them his. Words. Events. People. So he leans in that much closer to Angel, not just to see him better but to ensure that the other sinner's entire world was Val. In that moment. Always. ]

I know a lot of things, Baby, but I'm not sure you remember them. Like your place. Like who made you. Like how you're mine. That you wanted to be mine, should still want to be but I'm not sure...

[ He sighs then, not giving in physically at all. Even as he aches to prove those words in every way. ]

I know how persuasive Morningstars can be.