“Do not be afraid,” Vengeance said. “The world changes when the angels return. You will see it, hear it. It will make its way into your language, it will bend the shape of your air.” Vengeance stretched out, and Bitter backed up against the wall. “The hunters only hunt those who need hunting, those who cause harm and call down the hot light upon their heads.” “The world changes?” Bitter echoed, as if saying it again would help it make sense. “It burns,” Vengeance said, and its voice glitched back into the thick guttural sound, heavy and dead.
