The Reverend stayed silent for quite some time after Gabriel described the boy in question, holding a hand to his chin in contemplation. "...Very well, then. I believe it's time you departed, Gabriel; I have some important business to attend to," were the words he finally spoke after quite some time, lowering his hand to his side. He turned outward to gaze at the destroyed city once again, though his mind was elsewhere. "Owari, please see our guests to the exit, and give them a bottle of my finest wine to show my appreciation for this most interesting of developments."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Death listened to the conversations everyone else was having about their predicament, and sighed. He slowly stood up from his spot on the ground and walked over to where Adeline and the others were standing, glaring at each of them for a moment before speaking.<br/>"..If you're all<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>worried about running out of air so soon, I'll go out with Adeline myself, and cloak us so we can't be seen. It would be simplicity itself to gather more oxygen when your enemies cannot see you." Truly, it was a wonder how ungrateful and needy these creatures were. Even with the Grim Reaper on their side, a safe haven from a meteor strike that would have doomed them all, and enough oxygen for at least a few hours, they still wanted for more.