Gabriel pushes himself up with some effort as Mako comes closer. He does feel thirsty now, and anything honey flavored sounds good.
He hums in agreement and reaches out for the mug. Though instead of drinking it right away he just hunches over it and feels the warmth of it through the mug.
He thinks, how did this happen? Logically he knows that the rift can pull any strings it wants to, but somehow he had still thought he'd be above something like this. For something like him to be reduced to this state is just inconceivable in some way. He should be exempt from fevers and coughs and runny noses. He's an angel. Surely that's one of the major benefits.
"I was a God, y'know" he says after a moment, still staring into the mug but not drinking from it. His vision blurs. Softly, he continues, "People used to leave me jars of honey. Offerings. I liked that."
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He hums in agreement and reaches out for the mug. Though instead of drinking it right away he just hunches over it and feels the warmth of it through the mug.
He thinks, how did this happen? Logically he knows that the rift can pull any strings it wants to, but somehow he had still thought he'd be above something like this. For something like him to be reduced to this state is just inconceivable in some way. He should be exempt from fevers and coughs and runny noses. He's an angel. Surely that's one of the major benefits.
"I was a God, y'know" he says after a moment, still staring into the mug but not drinking from it. His vision blurs. Softly, he continues, "People used to leave me jars of honey. Offerings. I liked that."