"So... This is what they call an angel huh? Never thought it would look so, Pitiful. It's hard to believe you're so helpless ya know? I mean, you're supposed to be some kind of supreme being right?"<br/><br/>A young man dressed in a heavy overcoat stood on the other side of the bars simply giving the "angel" an uninterested once over. With a small yawn, he produced a pack of cigarettes before kneeling closer to the captive angel's level. Still watching him reviled the different colored irises that examined without pity or curiosity. He knelt there and did nothing but stare. He stared into the broken man's eyes, at his bloodied body, at the stump where a wing had been, and not once was there an ounce of pity in those two tone eyes. Putting a single cancer stick between his lips, the man lit up and took a deep breath before blowing it back into the angel's face, not averting his gaze all the while.<br/><br/>"You know, it's pretty sad. These guys being legitimate in their trade here out on the fringe. I mean, there would be no excuse for me to bust you out and go on the run. Not even sure I could sell you for anything if there was. Haven't been apart of shady dealings like that for a while. Not since Vici..."<br/><br/>The young man scowled a bit after cutting himself off and didn't look too happy having stumbled back into memories thought long dead. With a heavy sigh, he took another long drag and again blew it into the captives face, causing a fit of coughs. The rain hadn't stopped for days yet here he was, kneeling before something that had to be some kind of failed genetic experiment on a planet out who knows where with no hat or umbrella to keep the frigid torrent at bay. It wasn't long before he had finished what tobacco was left, flicked the now black filter, and began to walk away.<br/><br/>"No point in chasing wild dreams..."