Zeke had... mixed emotions.

He wondered if Angela would ever truly trust him again. Or if he even deserved it.

But he then sighed, before it hit him.

"I..." he stammered.

"Is... is this the first time you've been so willing to... well... make sure someone's dead?" he asked her.

"I don't think I've ever heard such a sentiment from you before."

He shook his head.

"No. That's all." he said.

"I need to go and thank Ayla." he then said further.

"She pushed me into talking to you about this." he told her.

"I couldn't bring myself to, on my own." he then admitted.

"...I was too scared, to."

"......." again, Zeke was silent.

He wasn't surprised.

"...it figures." he said.

"It's only right." he reasoned.

"I don't know what you'll expect of me, but... all I can do is try." he sighed.

"So... okay then. A test. Do I need anything for it?"

Zeke's face paled.

"I..." he stammered.

"R-right." he said.

He knew those fae.

Fae did NOT forgive.

Fae did NOT forget.

But whatever they would do to him, he would take.

He deserved it.

He would do his best to endure it.

Zeke winced slightly.

"Y... yeah." he said.

"...Angela..." he then mumbled.

"I'm sorry." he apologised.

"If... if the fae... well... look, I don't know how far they'll go." he admitted.

"But... I'm sorry." he apologised.

"And even though it doesn't seem like it recently, I DO love you..."

"....I am lucky." Zeke said.

"SO lucky." he mumbled.

"The fact that I'm getting a second chance at all is proof of that." he went on.

"......." he was then silent once more, before rising to his feet.

"I should go." he told her.

"You have things to do, still."

Zeke nodded.

"I... I'll try." he said.

"All I can do is try..." he muttered.

"I haven't lost it yet, though." he went on.

"...I am surrounded by so many gracious people." he then commented.

"For what it's worth, I didn't get the security info to Vanessa, herself..." he then informed her.

"....." Zeke was quiet, and visibly nervous.

He then gulped, and stepped forward.

A few seconds after he did... he was swarmed. Absolutely swarmed.

The fae were surrounding him, dropping dust and mana all over him. As this happened, he felt himself paralysed, he felt his senses confused, his nerves were misfiring, and he almost collapsed to the ground, instead managing to just fall to one knee.

"That's for swatting us!" one yelled.

"That's for hurting Angela!" another shouted.

"That's for hurting that Cain boy!" a third announced.

After that last blast, Zeke fell to his hands and knees.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, tears now falling from his eyes again.

"I'm sorry!" he repeated, clutching at his hair.

"I know I was awful! I know I did terrible things!" he cried.

"Please! I'm not saying I deserve forgiveness! Or anything like that!" he went on.

"Just... please! I'm sorry!" he cried out further, shaking visibly.

Zeke was about to argue, saying he WASN'T an archangel. He was a Nephilim.

But he knew that argument would go nowhere. And it would only spark the ire of the one that had addressed him. And if there was one thing he knew, you did NOT get the matriarch angry.

Or your life would be misery. If you thought it was misery before, you would learn what it really was.

So, he summoned up his strength, get his nerves and muscles to somehow start listening to him... and he shakily rose to his feet, trying to stand as tall as he could.

He almost fell over, but firmly planted his feet... and he somehow looked like he stood there with the presence of his father, even if for a split-second.