Dimitri stopped moving. He didn't breathe, he didn't blink. All he could do was stare, dumbfounded, utterly stuck in a loop in his head. Kane had fused their souls. He was immortal. Kane had fused their souls together, and he was<i>immortal</i>. It was what he had wanted. He had wanted that all his life down here in this festering shit pile of an existence, because then he wouldn't have to face further repurcussions from the angels above. Immortality meant they couldn't do a damned thing to him, and he wouldn't have to hide anymore. Even so, they probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. He'd gone through quite the change.<br/><br/>When Kane turned to leave, he couldn't stop himself. Hell, if their souls were bound together, Kane was going to find out one way or another. "Want to know what the letter said?" he asked, and continued regardless. "It was from Asmodeus, letting me know the angel Samuel had fallen. You might have heard around, especially if you even spent time with Asmodeus. He loved his little project." He moved to lay down on the chaise. "You may as well sit down, if you want to know. Or you can stand, or leave. I don't really care." Again, he carried on. It was like a dam had burst inside him. "No one knows but Eden and Lucifer what I really am, but they wouldn't tell you even if they knew unless it benefit them. I don't remember too much of my life before, but I had written it down in that diary. Earlier entries..."<br/><br/>He stared up at the ceiling, at all the shinies there. It was actually a remnant of his existence in Heaven. "I was the arch angel Isael. Michael and I were...he was my mentor, until Samuel came. In a fit of rage and blind jealousy I tricked Samuel to go with me to the earth plane, where I handed him over to Asmodeus. When I returned...Well from what I wrote down it wasn't pretty. They cut off my wings, whipped me to an inch of my life, and I was cast out and sent to purgatory. That's how I met Hidalgo, and then Eden. Eden made me a demon. He took my pathetic attempt at being Fallen and turned me." He shrugged. "That was some centuries ago. A few, at least. But now Samuel's fallen, and now you probably understand why I split my soul, why I am the way I am. I was cursed by Michael to never love or know joy in my life, and yet here you are, giving me something I thought I'd never experience again in my life. Really, Kane, it's quite too good to be true."<br/><br/>Yet he couldn't bring himself to say how he was feeling, too nervous and just uncertain. Afraid, even, and above all else angry and irrational.