Ronnie’s smile was grateful although her eyes remained sad. ”You didn’t hurt me…it’s the memories that hurt…and they’re always there, just below the surface. If I really wanted to forget…I’d find another face, but…” She shrugged…as if not sure of any other gesture to make. ”It’s more important to remember.”
The sadness gradually vanished from her eyes, morphing into fascinated curiosity as Lirim spoke. ”So…an angel made you? Like God supposedly made humans. Were you created for a purpose or just because they could? Are there more like you out there?” Suddenly a worried look crossed the shifter’s features and settled there. ”Were they allowed? I mean…I’m not a religious expert of anything, but I thought only God was supposed to be ‘breathing life’ into things. And what would happen if other angels found out? Would you be in trouble?”
It took the woman a minute to realize she’d been babbling out her questions one right after the other. Blushing in embarrassment, she bobbed her head a bit in apology. ”Sorry…habit of being a writer…or maybe just of being me,” she offered with a sheepish grin while rubbing lightly at the tip of her nose.
The question stung, it stung a hell of a lot. He hadn’t expected it to; for some reason, he hadn’t expected that king of question from her. It was a very tender subject, one that he was sure she didn’t know would be. Had she known, she probably wouldn’t have asked it.
“A purpose, or just…a curiosity…I…I dunno. The angel’s never made contact with me, and if they had, they never let me in on who they were. I say they…I dunno what gender it was. I…I don’t even know that much.” He shrugged, relaxing his hands. He hadn’t realized he was squeezing them so hard together. “So, I’m gonna go with experiment, just to see if they could.”
Now the nephilim leaned back in his chair. These questions, they were definitely those of a writer, a journalist.
“I don’t think so; I don’t think they were meant to make us, if there are more people like me out there. I mean, Goliath wasn’t really popular, ya know? But…um…this is why I didn’t want to tell ya. I don’t know how…angry…other angels are or would be at knowing I exist. Please, don’t tell anyone, okay? I know we barely know one another, but I have to ask this of ya, please.”
Ronnie saw his hands clench - listened to him struggle for an answer…and immediately felt guilty for asking. What would it feel like if she didn’t know where she came from, or why she existed? Technically, she still had questions, of course…but not like Lirim did.
“Hey, y’know…you don’t have to talk about stuff you don’t want to just because I ask.” The smile she offered him was soft and understanding. “Promise not to get mad or anything. And…y’know, maybe…maybe something happened. I mean, to the angel who made you. Maybe they wanted you to know about them, but something stopped them from revealing themselves? It’s possible, right? They could be out there, wanting to talk to you, but not able to for some reason?”
When Lirim expressed his concerns about others finding out, the shifter smiled (perhaps a bit sadly) and mimicked zipping her lips shut. “Trust me, I know the importance of keeping secrets. Don’t worry - not a word to anyone.”