[But he should know better that his elder twin wouldn't listen to reason so easily. It probably sounded ridiculous to him, what sort of danger he'd be in, Gabriel won't hurt me. But Gabriel couldn't be sure and he didn't want to hurt Michael by accident, just how he'd killed that man without knowing what he had done until it was too late.
His eyes close briefly as Michael touches his face, then inspects him for a wound or something. He sighs softly, feeling the concern practically radiating off of him. He raises his hands to grasp Michael's wrists, stopping him.]
Brother, I'm not hurt, I--
[It's about then that he's realized they'd turned just enough that one wing was gently illuminated by the weak light of a streetlamp at the other end. He swallows raggedly, eyes searching his twin's expression of surprise and confusion. He releases the other quick and backs himself against the wall and into the shadow, ashamed.]
Please... Michael, take a few steps back from me, I don't want to accidentally hurt you.
[It was fearful and no where near a threat, though he believed himself to be one.]
I killed someone, I didn't try to but these... I couldn't stop myself. It was too late when I realized...
[He should probably be reacting more emotionally over something like this but despite the worry in his eyes he's not panicking as he did at first. He doesn't understand why but it almost seems... natural. He swallows raggedly.]
Michael, they'll kill me for sure, I'm some sort of monster.
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[But he should know better that his elder twin wouldn't listen to reason so easily. It probably sounded ridiculous to him, what sort of danger he'd be in, Gabriel won't hurt me. But Gabriel couldn't be sure and he didn't want to hurt Michael by accident, just how he'd killed that man without knowing what he had done until it was too late.
His eyes close briefly as Michael touches his face, then inspects him for a wound or something. He sighs softly, feeling the concern practically radiating off of him. He raises his hands to grasp Michael's wrists, stopping him.]
Brother, I'm not hurt, I--
[It's about then that he's realized they'd turned just enough that one wing was gently illuminated by the weak light of a streetlamp at the other end. He swallows raggedly, eyes searching his twin's expression of surprise and confusion. He releases the other quick and backs himself against the wall and into the shadow, ashamed.]
Please... Michael, take a few steps back from me, I don't want to accidentally hurt you.
[It was fearful and no where near a threat, though he believed himself to be one.]
I killed someone, I didn't try to but these... I couldn't stop myself. It was too late when I realized...
[He should probably be reacting more emotionally over something like this but despite the worry in his eyes he's not panicking as he did at first. He doesn't understand why but it almost seems... natural. He swallows raggedly.]
Michael, they'll kill me for sure, I'm some sort of monster.