Continued // @remnantworlds
Junko stepped towards him with a big smirk stretched across her face.
“Why is it that all of you up there in the big party in the sky are so afraid to fall?”
She laughed, loud and obnoxious.
“Really, it’s almost frustrating to see. You live an existence with no real purpose, honestly. You live to be pure and good. That is the bottom line. But what does that really bring you?”
The blonde came even closer to the angel in front of her. She let her hand creep over his shoulder and brush the feathers reaching out from the wings. They were beautiful.
“You’ll live this pathetic life, slaving away for justice until you fall. What does being good bring you? It’s all pointless in the end. You’ll mess up once, and you’ll fall to earth and your snow white wings will rot away.”
Her hair swung as she cocked her head.
“And anyway, the anxiety about that is killing you already, isn’t it? Don’t try and deny it. I can read you so well you can’t imagine.”