"Heh, sorry. I keep ending up with my mind fucked with and my views on life skewed around, I guess I just want to reassert that when I'm not an angel or some kind of fae slave I'm basically into existentialism. Or absurdism, I can't remember the difference." He kind of still had been, as an angel, as a 'servant'. The philosophies themselves are probably too high-minded for how he really feels, but they're nice labels.

He exhales slowly. "If that extremely specific set of circumstances comes again... sorry, no, I get what you mean. Ask more. Assume less. Maybe keep my mouth shut more often." Things would have gone better if he hadn't decided to tell someone what was happening. He'd known at the time, too, that it wasn't like anyone could have helped.