"What the fuck did you just say?"
Zephariel jumps forward in his incensed fury. The only thing stopping him from grabbing the smiling angel in front and shaking that fragile body until all the limbs fall apart like a broken doll is the thought that it is, after all, Yuri's body. Anwar, the calmer person among the three presenting in the room––minus the unwelcome existence of Yuriel––holds Zephariel back while looking toward Yoru for help.
But the ex-deity is shattered, mentally and spiritually. Yoru sits in his chair, motionless, his eyes hollow, and his soul is no longer inside that meager mortal body.
Turning toward Yuriel with urgent pleading, Anwar tries his best to de-escalate the rising crisis: "Dear Supreme Deity, you must be joking." His smile looks even uglier than a groan now.
