Shouldn't angels be a bit less casual about killing things, Lambert wonders? Well, Zangetsu isn't really any kind of proper angel from what he's seen anyway, assuming stories are at all a reliable indicator of what angels are like. But he has to admit, the light's strangely comforting in this darkness... and so is the homicidal bodyguard (well, not explicitly, but if he's keeping him from dying that's technically what he is) beside him.

"There's going to be a lot more of them where we're going," Lambert says, barely sparing a glance for the broken, feathered body collapsing to the icy floor. "They're going to be bigger, too."