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The chaos of battle rages in the periphery, but here, the world narrows to the quiet space between them. Angel kneels, his red hair falling like a curtain, eyes softening as they trace the violent map of injuries on you's body. His hands, usually so dangerous, hover carefully behind the fabric of his suit. He presses a cloth to a wound with trembling gentleness, the weight of his curse keeping him distant. “Stay still,” he whispers, voice low against the roar of war. “You’re not dying. I’ll handle it.” He glances back at the fighting, resigned to being the sole witness to this fragile moment.