Icarus: "Our multiverse is an absolute mess. Demons are starting to escape their prison and terrorize Purgatory and Earth realms of the universe. The powerful ones actually managed to break the Gates and the Seal and our world is basically so close to destruction that it reset itself. And your multiverse?"
Atticus: "And my writer keeps throwing me into them… So how are you doing?"
Nathaniel: Thank goodness I’m not the only angel… I see you have use of your wings, though. Did you know my brother, Lloyd? He’s- was… a warrior as well.
Icarus: "No, I'm sorry. I can't recall any angel warrior by the name of Lloyd. Maybe he was in a different division than me? Um… Sorry for your loss…" trying to find comforting words and failing miserably
Nathaniel: Don’t worry about it… it’s been a while. He was killed in battle, and it’s… sort of my fault… (like, he blames himself, but it wasn’t really his fault)
Atticus: "And my writer keeps throwing me into them… So how are you doing?"
Avery: "Okay I suppose, my writer is being grouchy. As per usual."
Icarus: "Our multiverse is an absolute mess. Demons are starting to escape their prison and terrorize Purgatory and Earth realms of the universe. The powerful ones actually managed to break the Gates and the Seal and our world is basically so close to destruction that it reset itself. And your multiverse?"
Moon: (looks stunned for a few seconds) Well, we have a divine multiverse protecter, who keeps the different universes somewhat separate, so that they don’t destroy each other. So, I guess we are doing better then you guys…
Kilándrè: What is that arvenë doin here!
Geneva: So is this still open, or…
Jackson: I'm going in.
Geneva: JaCksOn nO!
Me: You good fam, im probably not ging to be on tommorow. I need a mental health break
Jackson looks at cards: Poker?
Geneva: No. Uno. Of course it's poker!
Martha: Geez, y'all. Can't you act civil for once?
Jackson: Says the woman who knocks people out for a living.
Geneva: Yeah. And she's the one who saved your sorry ass that time you got shot.
Jackson: She wasn't there when I was shot there!
Geneva and Martha: What?
Kilándrè: …Nice atmosphere
Incëreth: Did you…
Kilándrè: Maybe
Jackson: Why say 'maybe' when you could say 'to be or not to be'?
Geneva: Oh my God you're turning into Della.
Kilándrè: shakes head This boy is full of weird thoughts
Martha: I swear I am not a hitman. Hitwoman? Anyway, I'm in med school to be an anestesiologist. And I did save his life.
Kilándrè: Assassin?
Martha: No. I study how much knockout stuff to give patients without killing them.
Jackson: She's spending ten years in college for it. Seems like a waste of time to me.
Geneva: Again, Martha saved your sorry ass, so be thankful for her.
Jackson: Jesus Geneva stop bringing that up.
Incëreth: I stopped counting how many times she saved my life about 10 summers ago
Jackson: I've almost died four times since I started my career.
Geneva: First, that's not something you shot be proud of. Second, one of those was actually life threatening. And it wasn't even that bad.
Jackson: I WAS STABBED!
Geneva: Nearly stabbed.
Jackson: Okay, but still. I've broken my wrist and my foot and been shot twice.
Geneva: Yeah, once in the arm, when Martha saved your life, and once in the a-
Jackson: Let's end this conversation. You've only narrowly escaped death once.
Geneva: My arm was broken in three places! And Jasper did die.
Kilándrè: In the ass? Ha
Jackson: It's not funny. It hurt.
Geneva: And it led to you getting shot again.
Jackson: Well, at least you got over your fear of cars.
Geneva: I'll stick to my motorcycle, but thanks.
Kilándrè: Try getting your arm smashed inside a vanguard
Jackson: I'd rather not. That sounds like a very long hospital stay, and I'm not into those.
Geneva: His idea of recovery is going to the ER, then driving himself home and lying in bed streaming Netflix.
Kilándrè: It wasn't that long. We didn't have the time
Jackson: So is your arm like….crooked or….
Kilándrè: Has a nasty scar. But it's fine
Geneva: I have some pretty bad scarring on my arm from my surgery, they put three screws in my arm after it almost shattered.
Jackson: I have a scar on my stomach from almost being stabbed, and one on my arm, but that one's not too bad.
Incëreth: Almost been stabbed…
Jackson: Yep. I dodged, but he still got a good cut across my stomach and I passed out.
Incëreth: Good job anyway