Jason slowly pushed himself up tp sit on the cot and rubbed his eyes, his brows knitting together as the mood of the room settled. "Lea?" He asked quietly, sleep lingering in his voice.

Lea's focus had shifted to the older shinigami's as they spoke, the direness of needing answers apparent on her slender face, she needed to know the names of these angels that Rei had mentioned.

Rei raised her eyes to meet those of Mars, as she set down her scythe. "The elder is Silas, and the younger is Arael." She spoke after a moment of searching her racing mind for their names.

Lea's eye's widen briefly and she stood, promptly narrowing her eyes to a sharp gaze. "We're going then." She murmured, hoping Mars remembered their conversation from the other day about that angel calling to him when they were ambushed by he and Anders.

Rei lowered her eyes once more. "The young one is hanging on to whatever life he has, by a mere thread.. he most likely won't have much longer." She spoke softly, almost wanting to put the poor thing out of his misery. A young one, no matter the race, simply didn't deserve to suffer in a way he seemed to be.

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Arael's eye slowly slid closed as his energy faded, and found himself beginning to doze lightly on the shinigami's back, though trying to listen as the elders conversated.

Though weakened, and incredibly tired, his body tensed some as it was brought up that there were more than one deaths in the fight. Anders, and Ghost. His thought process halted and he slowly shifted his head to lightly bury his face in Seamus's back between her shoulder blades.

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Solias, an elder angel much like Anders, only older and his ranking was above his own, was sent down to Earth in search of Silas and his former trainee. He wasn't a commander, but a 'guardian' who often sat above the others with Celestial and a few others and wore a cross 'tatoo' that was in the center of his chest.

He was told to be weary of a lake near where the two had been last seen, and carefully positioned his wings as a familiar current tried to pull him in towards the lake and he managed to avoid crashing, landing on the shore with grace as he folded his wings behind his back, a long spear resting over his back. He took in his surroundings and sighed quietly under his breath, remembering visiting this place in an older time. He didn't think he'd ever have to come back, especially under these circumstances.

Knowing what would happen if he lingered too long, he began his trek in searching for his missing comrade, if he could even still consider him that.