Ube wasn’t backing down, not even with the angel’s many eyes fixed intently on him. “I am already whole,” he repeated, his voice softer, more intimate, as if he was telling Vengeance a secret. A taut moment of silence passed before Vengeance reared back and up, its smoke glitching. “Yes,” it said. “I understand now.” It regarded Ube thoughtfully. “You humans are…unpredictable.”
