...but that was a story for another time.
Pt. 1
《 start 》
Deoma.
I know that term.
...because that's what we call ourselves, and neither angels nor demons knew it.
Such a term wasn't spread around, and only the older ones among us knew.
To think an old angel like this made an effort to remember our insignificant kind.
One that everyone regards as an abomination...
Maybe he isn't so bad.
Maybe this wouldn't need to end in bloodshed again.
《 stop 》
Pt. 2
《 start 》
We did make many mistakes.
You and me.
It doesn't mean it can be forgotten.
It doesn't mean we deserve to be forgiven.
...but a different path is what I will take.
What about you, Veau?
Will you take a different path or the same one?
Whichever it is, I'll be there to see it or oppose it.
《 stop 》