‘guess they’re technically in their dumb teenager phase, without god around tot ell them what to do. can’t really blame them but i’m still going to.’ it hurt, to think how much she believed in the good of the world. how she was sure her mother still dragged the family to church every sunday.
‘angels, demons, humans, they all have their faults,’ some more than others. ‘they can’t depend on their father or even god at all times.’ he learned that long ago. they had to depend on themselves — no matter who they were. ‘angels are bastards, demons just the same, and humans… you know.’