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War was astounded, and perhaps even a little disbelieving at how busy humans were. Always going from one place to the next, talking and interacting with their self-made world…
It was no wonder, why they would have needed a place such as Eden to grow. And that this wasn't even the Earth of his knowledge…
"War?" It was a squeak coming from behind him, as he peered out the tiny glass-paned window. He was careful when turning around, because this place was so small… It suited her, however. "What are you doing here? And how did you even fit through my door?"
Of course, the first question was the only pertinent one, so it was the one he chose to entertain. "My brother calls for you." He told her, and when she stared at him blankly, he clarified, "Death. He's been intercepting missives from the fey, and wants you to deal with them." He supposed it was still too early for her to instinctively know which of his brethren he spoke of by tone alone.
"And he demoted you to messenger?" She asked in wry sympathy, folding her arms.
"I will admit that my reluctance faded when I heard of your location," He confessed, rolling a shoulder lightly to remove the stiffness from leaning over. "I haven't seen the civilization of humans outside of the Endwar." The Red Rider took a moment to consider his words. "I didn't expect them to be so… Thriving."
She hummed in understanding, and motioned him away from the window. "You probably shouldn't stay there." He was advised discreetly. "You might be safe in here, but if someone saw a heavily-armored, glowy-eyed person through my window there might be a problem." Looking around with a pursed mouth, the girl gestured him towards a piece of furniture. "The couch should be big enough for you."
He obliged by cautiously approaching it, and perching on the end of the cushions.
War was given a long look for a reason unknown to him, before she suddenly lurched forward, pealing with laughter. "Oh, what a sight you make on the sofa," She giggled, clutching her stomach. He didn't know why this entertained her so much, but he didn't mind as much as he thought he would. "But, to your earlier observation— A lot of the, hrrm, 'colonies' of humanity are this advanced. Some aren't, though. And none of them nearly enough to contend in the Endwar." With a soft puff of breath, she fell onto the cushion beside him with abandon, bouncing a little. "Of course, there are the lucky singular humans that change, form powers or something along those lines. But, as a whole, the human race doesn't have a track record of really doing anything as a whole."
Her play on words wasn't lost on him, and a question had formed idly in the back of his mind. "And you've lived in many of them?" He pursued the line of questioning. "These 'colonies'."
The shrug given was difficult to decipher, either in vagueness or modesty he did not know. "I make my home wherever I am." She said instead, smiling nostalgically. "It makes me wish… The Nephilim could have seen it the same way, too."
War saw the lack of focus, the dilating pupils and slightly parted lips— He didn't let her get away with it. "They might have, had the right voice said it." The Red Rider replied gravely. "But that would mean you never would have been. So you shouldn't ponder it." He bowed his head to look her in the eye. "I do not regret the past, nor what happened. And we received you in turn for our actions back then. We were properly compensated."
No longer out of focus, those eyes widened, and her face went pink— He didn't get to see it for long, for she'd sprung from her seat like he'd lit a fire beneath her and darted to another room.
"I forgot to put the water on to boil…"
His mouth twitched at the excuse.
"I'm sure."
