Roxy's POV
I couldn't help but chuckle a little. My elder brother, an angel, on his knees wheezing and coughing like a sick man.
"I was close to dying here on earth than fighting Annihilation almost everyday in Heaven..." he said with a smile, still coughing.
"Haha, yup. It's exhausting on this dust ball. I was thinking I would build a mansion somewhere in the woods. Closer to the HQ, perhaps." I suggested, leaning to place a reassuring hand on my sick brother.
"That sounds like an amazing idea. I've been thinking the same to ask you but...you know? It felt too much to ask for." Cyrus said from behind me. I turned to him with the most ridiculous look to shoot.
"Cyrus, that just made me feel so bad! Why don't you just ask me!?"
"I'm not a whiny spoiled brat, Roxy. Believe it or not." He folded arms over his chest. I chuckled, "Right. That you're not."
