there's no angels left in this scene

“Honestly? I wouldn’t even call this living.” He frowned and moved on his feet some, beginning to feel restless. “But it’s better off than being dead or… worse.” Mariano knew that he’d rather be dead somewhere than wandering around as a corpse. It was terrifying to think that it was their best alternative now.

“We’re surviving... it’s... what we do now.” Angelo frowned as his eyes followed Mariano, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Living as one of those things out there... Angelo hoped he would never come to that, that none of them ever came to that. “Come on...” He said after a moment, “We should get some air.”

“Yeah, he does kinda look like he might kill someone,” Mariano laughed. “Honestly? I don’t trust it. But it’s a roof and food and protection, so we’ll see. If Ares says we go, I’m going.”

“Dead or alive?” He asked with a raised brow, not entirely sure whether he was being serious about the question or not. “I can’t help but feel like it’s a temporary stop for us. I mean I wish this place was certain, but we’ve been through enough together not to question it as well I suppose.” Angelo frowned, nodding slightly as he looked up at him. “Of course, and I will too.”

“You’ll never know until you ask. But that Gunnar guy seems like he’d be cool.”

“He looks a little intimidating sometimes to be honest, but I guess I should try asking him anyway.” He pursed his lips together before glancing over at his friend again. “What do you think of this place? Seems too good to be true after everything we went through huh?”