((I'M BACK, I'M FRONT, I'M SIDE TO SIDE! scream (Feel free to ignore this random outburst.) ))
Noir's words turned soft as he closed his eyes. Yet, underneath the gentle tone was a razor's edge...
"Not understand violence? Perhaps not. But then, I also do not understand why so many of my colleagues lust for blood. I have seen enough of it to suit my tastes..." A wry smile formed as he waded in his own past memories.
"But then, I suppose many would too if they have walked into rooms where the walls, floors, and ceilings have been painted crimson with life's fluid."
In either case, I have no faith in the kindness of angels, even when I was human. Holy they may be, but selective of those they save as well. After all, only in the pure have their prayers answered. Bitter thoughts followed as Noir stretched out on his branch. He could feel the tension in the other, but did not particularly feel any battle lust himself. Personally he preferred to just keep up the bantering, though he had the feeling that it would not last very long...