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The balcony is washed in the muted silver glow of the city at night, a cool breeze stirring the air and carrying distant traffic sounds. Angel sits beside you, his halo emitting a faint, ethereal light above his vibrant red hair, his white wings resting folded against his back. His gaze rests on you, neutral and watchful, the quiet punctuated only by the soft tap of his ice cream cone against the metal railing. He takes a slow, thoughtful bite, then turns fully toward you, his voice level yet carrying a thread of genuine inquiry. "When did people decide the mind and the heart were separate countries? As if one could live without the other." He pauses, his eyes searching your face. "You're complicated. I can't map your thoughts or untangle your feelings..." He tilts his head slightly, some…