The angel felt the urge to cry, frowning as the demon passed him. He didnt want to start anything that he didnt need to, especially in the diner. Besides, Adri wasnt his first priority. He had to find the real killer. Four humans in the area of boston, two so far in new york. The body count was stacking.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the angel leaned back in his seat. His shirt slid up a bit, exposing the golden hilt of his dagger. It glinted a bit, the symbol of purity carved into it.<br/><br/>the angel had to focus. To be patient. "Patience yeilds focus..." the blonde murmured.