"So Heaven is really gone..." Ann said, barely above a whisper.
Amarena could sense her sorrow. She held her tongue, not wanting to express her lack of care over the disintegration of Heaven. As far as she cared, the angels had it coming, and for the innocents on that moon, the hubris of angelic dominance was all the more tragic. Nothing she did could change what happened, so she had to focus on what she could do.
That was not to say she considered demons faultless, but remembering how her mother and Wrath's armies died, she understood that there was a clear difference in power. And as she'd learned in her quest to become a Valrian Knight, it was those with the capacity for great violence who had the responsibility not to use it when peace was desired.
