Taking on a much more serious tone, D'Artigo responds: "Enemies? Whatever gave you that notion? Look at it this way: the fact the you aren't dead means that I'm not your enemy. An enemy would've sucked you dry. I left enough for you to live."
D'Artigo's exposed eyebrow rises. Giving a small snort, he looks around. "What don't you have to be happy for? You've got Pale Rose, who loves you like a sister, Kitten, who is a loyal companion, you're alive, you've got friends in high and low places..." He shakes his head. "What could you ask for?"
Ciridia just distance herself even farther from the group, but not far enough that she couldn't see them.
"I'm an orphan, you know that. I've always wondered...if I had been an Angel, would my parents still have left me? Who are they, and do I have siblings? Growing up, I used to imagine I had a twin sister that was an Angel and my parents hadn't left me, but I had been kidnapped. It tore me up when I became a teenager and realized I was just kidding myself."
"Orphan by abandonment eh? Well, I too am an orphan, though by choice of my own. The only way which I could save my family after what happened was to leave, change my name, wear this mask..." D'Artigo's voice trails off, as though remembering events long past.
Snapping back to the present, he says, "How do you know you kid yourself? If you have not found your parents, how do you know the truth?"