The Cemetery was calming for Aingeal. Though there was suffering in every gravestone, she told herself that all of the people in the ground were happier in heaven. Aingeal was happy in heaven once. She frowned as she thought on the state of this city. Of the world. There was still so much work to be done, and yet no Flint anywhere she looked. "Bastard," She muttered through a sudden onrush of tears, "Where the fuck did you go?"

The sound of shuffling pulled Aingeal from her anger. That human, Evan if she remembered properly, stood before two graves with flowers in his hand. "Loved ones?" Aingeal said softly as she move in closer, keeping hidden by graves or trees. He said a prayer, down on his knees. "Don't think I've ever seen him like that before," She said under her breath, "He seems almost... decent." The only encounters that Aingeal had with Evan before tended to be by the barrel of a gun. He was so brash and cruel to anything that got in his way.

As the man began to move away, Aingeal couldn't resist following him on his way back to the church. He seemed so tense. Of course he had good reason to be; things were following him in the shadows. If Aingeal could be considered a thing that is. When he was alerted by something, Aingeal was sure she'd been had, but it appeared that someone else was diverting his attention. He walked towards The Cove, which is what Aingeal called it, seemingly confused, as if he'd never seen it before. Whenever Aingeal came to the cemetery she often spent time in that enclosure. It was mysterious, but obviously a grave site for angels and even a devil who died in the last war.

The place was beautiful to her eyes. There were many carvings and stories of the last war there, but Evan seemed to focus on one specific one. The stone he looked at was one that Aingeal found fascinating and peculiar. A joining of an Angel and a Devil. Perhaps the only occurrence of such in the old war. It only made it even more odd that it was two women together. "What is this about?" Evan muttered softly to no one. Aingeal took this as her cue to come from her hiding.

"That's from the war," Aingeal started, walking into the clearing. "A devil once devoted her life to the angel's way of life, but no one would believe she was serious so she tore off her wings in front of Flint. Devil's squirmed in pain as they watched and angels rushed to her side to stop the bleeding. That devil didn't want to be who she was anymore, so she changed." As she spoke, Aingeal recalled watching the happenings from her perch in heaven. She never knew that devil personally, but angels all over heard of her. "As time went on, the devil learned how hard an angel's way of life was without wings. An angel with a bright heart stood by her side through all of her hardships, but she grew weary of watching her beloved suffer alone. The angel tore off her wings for the devil. They all ended up dying in the war though." Aingeal held malice in her voice as she uttered the last sentence.

"Why do we fight? To die?"