It Wasn't In The Script

Its sad to see a friend go, its never easy, especially when it was your fault... Babel would have never said it was though. 

"You couldn't have known," but I should have known, I'm the one who sees everything- I always have. I'm supposed to know what'll happen, every possibility and every unexpected turn, I have an answer to it all. Everything was supposed to go according to the plan, we worked on the plan together, it was solidified that way, foolproof. Babel knew the tower better than anyone, and I foresaw everything, and in this I saw the results of our plan as the best outcome but I'm not sure if thats so true anymore. Maybe in the domino affect of it, but I sit here wondering if all rushed forms beneath the marble and stone were worth it. I sit here, holding the wrist cuffs of my now missing friend... each carefully engraved line and swirl, Babel carefully did themself. They always wore these, it matched with their circlet that sat between their two little horns, and to finish it off, the necklace... it wasn't so much of a necklace as it was a neck-guard, but that was Babel's signature look and when the angels that returned from surveying the remains of Arcaia they returned with what was left of Babel. There was no body, just... jewelry. It was all blue when it was delivered to me, it's never a good sign of it. Sweet in aroma and almost glistening to the touch as it stains your hand. The most curious sight as ichor isn't supposed to leave us. Angels aren't supposed to die, they aren't, we were never designed to. After Raphael had, I understood how we were to operate and I'm just waiting, just waiting for her to come back. They're out there somewhere I'm just... I'm just sure of it. I sit here, wondering if I made the right choice. Every good thing calls for a difficult decision but at the expense of so many mortal lives? At the cost of so much blue blood on my hands. 

 I just killed my friend. Accidentally. I didn't mean to but...

And I'm not... I can't even hug them, or tell them I'm sorry, I can't even see her face, there is no body. She was just here a moment ago, I can remember the gentle smile on her face as she clapped and jeered on, dancing with the humans of the tower, she was always so happy its rare to see her lips curl downwards, but was she scared when she...? Was she alone? 

I have no answers. Now all I have is just, her jewelry. Gleaming and golden as if nothing wretched had just occurred. Its all I have left of my friend and it's more than I deserve.