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[absolutest]

[Lute watches him, intrigued by that reaction. She's never had a family in the way that humans do, or siblings like some of the first angels. People she cares about, yes, but this particular dynamic is one that she's only ever seen from the outside.]

Now you know.

[Lute leans back, feeling some small sense of satisfaction at being able to deliver the good news. She shouldn't. It shouldn't matter to her at all, he's only a sinner.

But Molly wasn't.]

You really care about her. [There's a faint surprise that she hasn't quite concealed. Sinners only care about themselves and their own hedonistic pleasures. There has to be some explanation.

She pushes the thought aside. It doesn't matter.] Have you got a message in case I see her? I'm not saying I will. [Yet she's asking, all the same.]

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'Course I do. Molly was the one bit a light up there.

[For him at least. The one things worth living for. He held on for her as long as he could, but the rest was just too much...]

Tell her...m'sorry. Sorry for leavin' her like that. That I didn' mean to. An' that I love her.

[His eyes burn and he becomes very fixated on his lap. He's not going to cry in front of the Exorcist. ]

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I'll tell her.

[She should give all the caveats again - if I find her, if I talk to her, if I have the time. Lute doesn't. She's seen Sinners in distress before, fleeing, pleading for their miserable lives, and none of it moved her for a second.

Why is this different? Because it isn't selfish? Because she feels like she knows him?

It's the porn demon, she reminds herself. He deserves what he gets and she'd kill him on Extermination Day like all the others. Hold the line, Lute. No weakness.]

I'll tell her all that. [It sounds like a promise. She leans forward.]

Did you abandon her on Earth, or did you leave her by dying? [It makes a difference.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel finds he believes her. He's not sure why exactly, but she has kept her word so far when she didn't have to. Has affirmed that Molly is safe and alive, and that alone is enough to earn her more trust than half the fucks down here.]

...I OD'd. So both in a way. I wasn' tryin' to. Figure she was probably the one who found me...

[absolutest]

[Lute lies when she has to. She's not precious about it; sometimes it's necessary. Like when you have to keep the truth about how Heaven is safeguarded away from the easily outraged and terminally naive. What she doesn't do is lie without a good reason.

She won't sugarcoat things either. The angel taps her fingers on the table.]

Both. Fuck, that's bad. She must have been strong.

[Finding him like that, and not letting it drag her down along with him.]

I'll tell you if she forgives you. Don't get your hopes up. If she hates your guts over it, I'll tell you that too. You deserve to know, whatever it is.

[harderdaddy]

[It is bad. Angel doesn't try to pretend like it's not. He never wanted to hurt his sister like that, but there's no question now his actions would've hurt more than just himself.]

She always was.

[Hadn't let herself get dragged into the muck along with the rest of them. His face twists uncomfortably, not eager to hear if she didn't, but he nods. It's only fair.]

...if she don' know all ready, can ya avoid tellin' her what I do down here?

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[Lute's lips curl downwards as she considers this. It seems such an obvious fact to her, common knowledge, but most residents of Heaven aren't like her. They never visit Hell, they have no reason to know what anyone down there is doing. Asking about friends or relatives among the damned isn't exactly encouraged.

But she's come this far. She's done this much for him.]

She might know already.

[There's always the possibility.]

If she doesn't, I won't mention it. To avoid upsetting her. What do I say if she asks?

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[He nods, and it's probably the first time Angel's let himself look...ashamed about the topic of his work.]

If she don' know and she asks...just say I'm an actor like I always wanted.

[He thinks she'd like believing that.]