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Kai felt his heart begin to race in his chest at those words:
'I will not heal him.'
And just as that persistent pounding started behind his eyes - a frustrating backlash to the year of khalis abuse that so far, Uri had been able to stave off for him - he heard that cold, sinister voice he still couldn't place.
The one that he had first heard the night before he left for Amunet, now laughing softly in the back of his head.
"Did you think he was your friend? Pathetic...why would an Angel care about the life of a single human? They abandoned you all, fifty years ago. They left you all to die with nothing but weak trinkets to replace them."
Kai shook himself mentally and pushed it down, ignoring what he had coined as the Spectre's voice.
He didn't believe a word of it anyway. It was shit out of luck if it thought it could convince him that Uri didn't care about Kai or his family.
It was Uri after all.
