"because being paranoid is what has kept me alive since i fell"drake said simply,glancing around to make sure they were safe......relatively safe....currently without demons around
"nothing is ever peaceful,lass"drake said simply and stretched,wincing at the crude stitching on his stomach where he had gotten eviscerated by the rogue angel
Angela shook her head then frowned and reached in her her own bag and pulled out a small bottle of water "here, this'll help with the pain" she said with a small smile
unfortunately some of them were poison for the Fallen and caused him to cough and throw it back up along with some blood, which because he was an angel,was gold. unfortunately he was also a fallen so drakes blood was primarily black with some gold shining out of it