rekindledtitan | (Reply)

From:

"We're talking Hive god leagues, then? Reshaping reality on a whim?" Or something on that scale. Past a certain point Blaze isn't sure that abstract power comparisons mean much. The destructive potential all looks much the same from the mortal end of the scale. But she does want to get her head around the quandary Nike's describing. The cosmology that involves angels and demons is all foreign to her, an abstract mythos it's hard to feel threatened by- but vast, indifferent powers that make a mess of those beneath their feet are something she's getting used to the idea of.

She's not pulling Nike into her own arms, yet- she's been doing a lot of thinking on the angel's unwillingness to voice her own wants - but her careful grasp is warm and earnestly meant. An easier response to give than knowing what to say to Nike's self-recrimination. "It's okay, Nike. Everyone's got a breaking point. I don't even know what I would have done if..." How can she even compare it? "So this incredibly powerful, scary guy just shows up and decides he wants you to hang out with him. And... you don't feel like you can tell him to get lost."

That's not a question. Blaze knows by now that Nike is afraid to say no to her, and even with the contract between them, Blaze is far, far closer to the angel's level. She's glad to know Lucifer didn't actively try to hurt her friend, but the twisting feeling in her guts doesn't feel much better.