Walter nodded carefully. He wasn't sure how to begin. But, he wanted to talk with someone who would maybe understand. Manaka had the mark of an angel upon her too. He leaned down and reached into his bag, finding the Seal of Metaton. He kept his breathing steady before pulling it out and holding it out to her.
"This is what the Seal of Metaton is. It's power is determined by how it is used. In the hands of someone with none, it is useless." ...No, he needed something. Thankfully, Assumption appeared as if he simply knew, climbing up to sit with Walter and listen. Walter touched the Halo he had once painted on him, that was now a part of his skull.
"When I was younger than you, I was chosen to be blessed by the priests and presented to the angel Valtiel. I was taken to the altar. They told me to pray and I did. Then they tied me up so I would be still and carved the Seal into my back." His gaze remained on Assumption. The Marowak seemed to realise now, cuddling up to him, why he couldn't bear to do the same to him so many months ago. "It's still there."
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"This is what the Seal of Metaton is. It's power is determined by how it is used. In the hands of someone with none, it is useless." ...No, he needed something. Thankfully, Assumption appeared as if he simply knew, climbing up to sit with Walter and listen. Walter touched the Halo he had once painted on him, that was now a part of his skull.
"When I was younger than you, I was chosen to be blessed by the priests and presented to the angel Valtiel. I was taken to the altar. They told me to pray and I did. Then they tied me up so I would be still and carved the Seal into my back." His gaze remained on Assumption. The Marowak seemed to realise now, cuddling up to him, why he couldn't bear to do the same to him so many months ago. "It's still there."