The wind blew gently around them as if to pacify the impact, of Jon’s words. The warm sweet air danced around them; pollution-free. Nebula had the impression of her lungs being flushed out earlier with the cleanliness of the air.
'Raguel?'
“Gabriel can’t defeat him,” Jon sighed and pulled his hand away from Jim, who looked hurt by his movement and he bent his head sitting next to him.
The glow left Jon then and floated by Jim’s face for a few seconds before it returned to Jon. Was this the same glow that had stuck by Tae for the past- okay, it had been only an hour?
How long will Jon continue to hurt Jim, Nebula wondered as she looked at the pair. Jon licked his dry lips in an effort to moisten them and pulled on leg up and he folded his arms over it and leant his face sideways over th
