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"He doesn't have to be, I'll never have anyone before him. He's..." He didn't finish the sentence, having repeated it in his own head first.

Sounded too stupid, wasn't going to finish it.

"He's very important."

The bug, of course, just easily crawled onto Tannusen's hand, possessing a weight as impressive as his size, even if he wasn't as big as he would be one day.

With transparent wings the color of gauzy gold, the insect spent a few moments clambering around Tannusen's hand, touching everything, working at a few fingers gently with his mandibles or tapping them with his antenna.

Innocuous, if one was used to bugs.

"See, he likes you just fine! Midge is an excellent judge of character."

"He's your oldest friend," Tannusen agreed, letting the bug have access to the other hand, too, even though all the burn scarring was pretty sensitive. Rings on both hands, as well, one more ornate and one a detailed claddagh.

"I've never asked how you got him to begin with. Is he from up here too?"

"Yes... Yes he is." His only friend, aside from Morpheus. Could he call Camael a friend? It didn't seem right. The older seraph was... fatherly. Kind.

Understanding, certainly but... He was as much of a friend as Azrael was. It didn't seem right to call him as much. Too familiar.

He looked to the scars swirling over Tannusen's hand, gingerly reaching out to lightly, softly touch it. As was the rest of him, the angel was warm, softly so, instead of the eventual hellish, feverish blaze he'd be later on.

"What happened to you? It looks so..." A pause, what was the word? "... Painful."

Yeah ignoring the question about Midge for the moment, sorry Tannusen.

"I assassinated Hastur in my time," Tannusen saw no reason to be coy about it, "with the help of your book. This is one of the effects of... that."

Yes, it had been quite painful. Still was, in fact; physically and otherwise.

But he offered the seraph a faint little smile. "It's all fine, now." Kind of.

"You.... assassinated-" That didn't seem right. Hastur didn't just die. Perhaps banished or put to sleep, but dead? As far as Levanael knew, the outer god was absolutely immortal, something that the universe that spawned the thing had, to its own detriment, perfected. The entropy that alternate universe found itself mired in due to it's own mistake in that sense.

"I can't believe it- What was he doing here? He shouldn't be able to arrive unless someone opens a door for him."

Azrael's barriers around this dimension were thin, yes, but it worked. No creature like that could enter unbidden.

"Well, assassinated its host at the time," Tannusen gestured vaguely with the hand not holding Midge. "No idea if it just sent that fucker back for the next round, or what. Big yellow thing shot off into the sky."

Look, he didn't really care now that the thing was out of Cassian.

"It's stuff I probably shouldn't detail for you, all things considered."

Nor did he particularly want to.

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"Oh! Oh yes, that would sever the bond, yes. Without a host to anchor him before full materialization, he couldn't arrive. No he's not dead. Just back where he belongs then." A short breath of relief.

"And what a good thing too, one of them being here would open the door to others. They'd cause the entire thing to decay and fall into entropy and we'd never be able to reset it..." He did, however, seem a bit cranky at being told he wasn't allowed to know how it got here to begin with, huffing, taking a breath...

And then huffing again.

"Well... Well..." It was an attempt at an argument, one that died as he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

"... He shouldn't have been summoned in, that was so dangerous, what a stupid idea..."

"Right? What an asshole," Tannusen agreed cheerfully, and reached up to put Midge on Lev's shoulder. "You got distracted before; how'd you get your buddy?"

"Yes! That's the word! That one! That one works. Who would do that?! How selfish do you have to be-

Oh!" And distracted from that back to the original topic.

"I found him in the gardens up here. He's completely celestial, like the rest of us. An automaton."