They were heading back to Ireland. Farfello did not want to go back. Schuldig said that he should be happy because he knew Ireland and could find more victims there. Farfello shuddered at the thought. He only chose people who wanted to die. He never killed them though, they cut themselves.
Farfello sighed or almost did. He stifled it. If Schuldig heard him, the telepath would become suspicious. Nagi looked at him sideways. Farfello nodded at him. He liked Nagi. Nagi reminded him of himself before he had found them gone, so did that naughty little kitty cat, the Weiss koneko, Omi.
Farfello turned his attention to the area around him. The airport was full of activity: people rushing to flights, people going through customs. Crawford was talking to the customs officer about something. The Berserker's eyes followed the people hurrying across his vision.
There, a glint of silver.
"Tenshi," Farfello breathed.
Nagi snapped his attention to his team mate. "Where do you see an angel, Farfello?"
"Not an angel," Farfello corrected Nagi, "a Tenshi."
Farfello kept his eyes riveted on the girl as she walked around the main lobby of the airport. Her silver hair reached her ankles and almost brushed the floor. By her posture, he knew that she was subconsciously always on the look out for danger. She was a Tenshi. A Tenshi was not an angel. An angel was on the winged beings that served God. A pure Tenshi was a being that helped people whenever it could. A fallen Tenshi was a being that hurt people. He had always been able to see them. It was the fallen ones that had taken his family away. There had been so many black feathers when he came home.
When one of the fallen ones could no longer fly, it became a demon. This girl, she was neither a pure one nor a fallen one, she was one who avenged. She was one who hunted down the demons.
"Farfello, let's go," Crawford called to him. Reluctantly, tearing his away from the Tenshi, he walked toward Schwarz.