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She wishes she could just shut down. Murder the unwanted emotions swirling inside of her and give Blaze a flat, detached report. It's always been easier to do so but right now it just won't happen. She can't detach from the sharp edges that made her burst into unsightly tears in the first place. But Blaze has given her ~~an order~~ a...request. That's something to latch on to.

Something familiar that's well worth forcing herself to retrace her steps and get reluctant words out past her lips. The angel bows her head and summons her wings as if to make a point.

"I'm a demon. We both know that I am...different. From your mortal civilians, from the Guardians, from most species who frequent the Nexus." Facts. She can cling to the facts and strangle her emotions into order. Order is what she is. Order is neat and tidy and blissfully empty. Nike's voice steadies even as it loses its affectations. "I am from the lowest order of Justice dominion creatures. Thus it stands to reason that there should be others like me who are much more powerful, powerful enough to rival gods. Other creatures of Order. Or of Chaos."

"There are others. Not from my world but of a similar nature. Angels of the house of Order. Fallen from the house of Chaos. They are old and powerful in ways mankind cannot fathom. They have noticed me for what I am. I tried to hide, I tried to disengage but at every turn their curiosity over my being could not be swayed. They pretend to be on equal footing with people in the Nexus to suit their whimsy, but if anyone upset them they could wipe out everything in the Nexus. Perhaps not the place itself, but the people who frequent and call it home...certainly."

Facts are simpler than people. Nike can't keep hiding behind them for long though. She has to get to the part of why her actions endangered them but for just this moment she wants to be free from all senseless extraneous influx of data. Even if a jagged whisper creeps in and reminds her that this is Proof she'll never fit in among the people she's come to care so deeply for. That she's proving her wailing at Lucifer to be correct by sitting here hiding behind the mask of Order just to have a simple conversation.