He looks genuinely confused for a moment. Another expression Richard has probably never worn on his face before the demon points back outside.
"Get in your car. We're driving to your house than we will get on a plane and go to Geneva."
This is not up for discussion. ---
There is at least a Daeva Corp plane and Alex is directed to a set of overly comfortable seats. There are things that he - that he Richard has to look at.
Because he is Richard. And Azazel.
That becomes clear because the more he reads about the plans he has dedicated himself to the more he realizes he is neither wholly demonic or wholly human.
Casting his gaze skyward he glares. You did this on purpose. You and he both. You and I- You both did this to me. The final punishment for my sins. I thought I could bend humanity to my will and I can't because I am them.
And they are me.
Slamming the folder shut he moves across the plane to Alex and sits across from her. Staring. Intent and scared. For all intensive purposes the last person who knew Richard Strand was on this plane and without Charlie...or Coralee...
The notion of coralee twists something in his chest and he tosses the file aside with a snarl. One thing the two of them could come to an accord on.
He paces to the back of the plane and sits across from Alex, staring at her.
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"Get in your car. We're driving to your house than we will get on a plane and go to Geneva."
This is not up for discussion.
---
There is at least a Daeva Corp plane and Alex is directed to a set of overly comfortable seats. There are things that he - that he Richard has to look at.
Because he is Richard. And Azazel.
That becomes clear because the more he reads about the plans he has dedicated himself to the more he realizes he is neither wholly demonic or wholly human.
Casting his gaze skyward he glares. You did this on purpose. You and he both. You and I- You both did this to me. The final punishment for my sins. I thought I could bend humanity to my will and I can't because I am them.
And they are me.
Slamming the folder shut he moves across the plane to Alex and sits across from her. Staring. Intent and scared. For all intensive purposes the last person who knew Richard Strand was on this plane and without Charlie...or Coralee...
The notion of coralee twists something in his chest and he tosses the file aside with a snarl. One thing the two of them could come to an accord on.
He paces to the back of the plane and sits across from Alex, staring at her.
Just. Stares.