Silas and Adell looked at each other, sharing each other's inquisitive expressions at the things Aris were saying. He did think that Aris was lying, and from Adell's affirmative gaze, she must also have thought the same thing. Fortunately, the two of them did not pay real attention to Aris stripping herself down. Their reactions would not have been pretty, but what Aris told them elicited almost the same reactions from Silas. What she lied about sent a lightning bolt of shock through him.<br/><br/>"Angel..." Silas's eyes focused on the wings. The Latin, the white wings and feathers that she spawned felt like the angels had wrapped himself in their feathers. For a moment, his heart felt clear.<br/><br/>"Angel." Adell's own expression had not changed, as if she was not surprised.<br/><br/>Smiling ecstatically, Silas looked at Adell. "Look! Adell! They exist!"<br/><br/>Without missing a beat, Adell lowered her gaze at Aris. "Three out of four Americans believe in angels. I'm technically American." There was an eerie feeling in her eyes; it was clear that she understood what she was looking at, but whatever intent in her soul was not clear beyond a hint of disgust.<br/><br/>A thought struck Silas. The strange things he knew about himself, the things he could never share with Adell, he could ask Aris. The reason why he was weak to silver was quite obvious to himself, but he did not know why he was like that.