Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.
I want to read something good.
{OoC: To those in the Vash household, B would have ran in to the apartment about 15 minutes ago, blood on him, and headed straight for the shower. Now he's back in the living room, after
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