She waited for him so say something, for his reaction. She focused on the feathers that brushed the grass. She could move her wings at least, even if she couldn't feel or touch them. They looked almost completely solid, but she cold still see the outline of what was behind them. Eventually they'd fade probably. She wasn't sure, but why shouldn't they fade? Her last connection to what she was might as well leave her. She didn't know what would happen then. Would she start to fade entirely? Just disappear completely, like she never existed.
She still kept the tears at bay. She'd had too much time to think. She was an angel, but she was fallen. She was fallen, but she didn't feel completely fallen. Cut off from everything she knew, yes, but she wasn't filled with hate for what she knew. She sighed, "I'm an angel, I fell. I feel alone and abandoned, but I'm not evil, no matter what you may think." Fallen angels were said to be evil, so that was why they fell. But she didn't know why she fell. She'd thought she was being good, doing everything right. Apparently not. She'd been given no warning, not at all. She'd just fallen. Just like that. "I'm a bit dark because I'm angry, sad, confused, heartbroken. I could go on." There was no end to the number of emotions she was feeling. And then he said something about her destiny, and she turned to face him, ignoring the gun. "What I should be? You mean a demon? Or just something evil in general? And who gives you the right to say my destiny? You don't know me, or why I fell. I'm just some stranger out at night. Let me ask you something. What happened to you that made you such a psychotic killer?" She was forcing herself not to scream at him. her hands were in fists at her sides and she was angry. Iylene didn't care that a huge gun with paragon scales on it was pointed at her by a killer. This guy couldn't understand her or what happened to her. What she was feeling. He would never understand her.