Reality?

Azrael knew that it was once again time to walk on the field drenched in blood—everything about the same as the past few years, but the thing that felt strange was with the man, who walked beside him.

"Rayner, you good? Do you want sit this one out?" Azrael asked, his normal quiet apparent. Concern and care for those around him, even for those who stand against him—a little cinnamon toll, that seemed naïve and innocent, the kind you'd want to protect from the murkiness of the real world.