“I nearly gave in,” Abel confessed. He could have been in this man’s shoes, if he hadn’t been saved from such a fate. If it wasn’t for his brother, Abel would have been a demon, not an angel. And that wasn’t something Abel took for granted. “I know how hard it is to play a role like that. And I’m sorry.”

_{“you’re stronger than me.” a slight amount of truth from the lies he’d forced himself to say and ultimately believe for as long as he could remember. “i had a choice,” many choices actually, “once to leave this all behind, but I did what was expected of me.” or what he thought was expected at least. “always trying to get some sort of appreciation for my work,” even a ‘great job’ or ‘good work’ would have sufficed, “but…even that has gained me nothing.” a pause. “just more… criticism.” and no validation.}