Lifting rubble—
Azrael is on a search and rescue mission, an attack upon the last city from an unknown intruder rendered the market district unusable for the time being.
He’s watching the battlefield, standing atop a building as he watched Shadow Legion missiles pepper the area.
Humming to himself as he watched, soon take a step off the building and leaning forward.
"yes, watery is good, but something tasting like a color... is not!"
he spoke in urgency, laughing nervously before scratching his neck and observing the other
Phantom tilts her head as she observes him and his mimicry.
The way he holds out the lettuce has something almost... Shakespearean...
His words however leave poetry to be desired in comparison.
"I mean... Watery is good, right?
Much too hard to find clean water sources"