There was a passive apathy to Cael's reactions that intrigued Ciarán. The statuesque creature's mouth twitched in mild curiosity, not understanding Cael's lack of emotion but finding it to be preferable to the usual shock and blubbering Ciarán encountered regularly. It wasn't as though Ciarán contained no sympathy in his heart (did beings such as him even<i>have </i>hearts?), there was certainly some semblance of emotion there. His ability to soothe the worried minds of all those traumatized souls he encountered come from a deep, dark place of understanding. But being privy to dying in all fashions, from the most drawn out and boring fight with an ultimately insurmountable disease to violent, bloody deaths filled with gore and dismemberment and hate had left him unfazed. Humans rarely shared that quality, oftentimes finding death to be an unknowable, terrifying thing. Cael responded only in casual musings, surprised that the death toll hadn't be higher, not seeming to mind much either way. His focus didn't seem to be on the deaths, but Death itself, and Ciarán found he did not mind this so much.<br/><br/>Cael's next inquiry left Ciarán momentarily flummoxed, unsure of what answer his new acquaintance would prefer. But lying had never suited Ciarán well, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. “I do not heal,” he began, glassy eyes drifting from Cael's attractive visage to scan the remnants of the carnage behind him. “I comfort. I can take away the perception of pain, but it... it isn't real. I wouldn't call it a trick, exactly, but just something I do to make the dying more agreeable. The cause of the pain continues to exist, it just no longer matters. Goes unnoticed. You, Cael, you did not turn out as planned.” He turned back, examining his companion's smooth cheek, the gentle curve of his lips. “You were supposed to come with me, but you didn't. You are an anomaly. I have no explanation for what happened with you or why.”<br/><br/>Ciarán could see Cael growing uncomfortable, though the reasons why were unclear to him until Cael whispered gently into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. It was a sensation Ciarán had never felt before, leaving him further entranced as Cael wrapped his fingers around Death's narrow wrist and pulled him along, directing him down a series of dark alleyways between multi-story apartment buildings. Ciarán had failed to consider that unlike him Cael was neither invisible nor virtually mute, subject to the glare and suspicion oozing from the eyes of the small media crowd present at the accident site.<br/><br/>“You don't fancy the idea of appearing as a raving lunatic?” Ciarán chuckled, smiling as the two males entered the innercity park, passing a line of strategically placed trees. The park was abandoned, quiet, tucked between buildings just as Cael had said. Beyond the metal and rubber play structures was a line of secluded wooden benches, overlooking the rest of the park but far enough removed that anyone passing by on the sidewalk wouldn't notice the strange young man talking to himself in a sweet, hushed voice.<br/><br/>The two settled on one of these benches, Ciarán sitting close to Cael, his long thigh lightly brushing against his companion's. “I have to say, this is definitely new for me.” He smiled, chewing gently on his bottom lip as he stared down at the large hands resting in his lap. “I know this is all the same for you. The two of us seeing things we're not supposed to see. I don't really expect any answers from you, and I doubt we'll be able to come up with any kind of solid reason for why we can interact the way we do but... at the very least, I can say without uncertainty that I'm happy to share a moment with you.”<br/><br/>And perhaps only a moment is what it would be. Ciarán could faintly hear the ticking of his watch, far off in the background. Negligible, for now. His fingers pulled at the sleeve of his fine suit as if to hide the crystal watch around his wrist and potentially halt its march.<br/><br/>“So tell me, Cael, what interests you about me?” Ciarán was most certainly curious. He understood his own fascination with Cael, and perhaps any human would feel the same as Cael did, realizing there were beings beyond humans' own reality who functioned on a different plane for a singular purpose. It made sense for Cael to be intrigued, but while normal humans might have reacted in shock or fear once blessed with the knowledge of Ciarán and his peers' presence, Cael merely seemed... happy, perhaps? He had come looking for Ciarán, after all.