"Just give me a quick crash course." Kaylin sighs, "No." "Yeah, but there's no-" The headache comes on as the words translate from Angelic to English, "There's no library." He squints, "You're not going to give up, huh?" I smile.

He rolls his eyes and scoots closer to the table. "How far?" I knock on my head, "The GU. What is it?" "The Galactic Union, was the Ferron Union before we built this ship." "Ok..." "Hmph. Ferron Union, all the allies divvy up all the land, resources, so war would be discouraged but America holds all the nukes, forbids anyone else from making them, even researching them. Happy to say not many have left Ferron." "But the ship, who owns it?" He laughs a little, "This ship, majority was built in space. O' Malley even spun by a tether with a welder back then, the crazy bastard. Oh- It's everyone's. It made routine stops till now. Hangs in orbit while small ships dock and come back up."

"Who makes up the GU though?" "In Europe at least, Russians focus on their communist state, on their military, the British excel in intelligence with their MI6, Norway and India's on trade, an honorable mention is Poland, gotta love their Kiełbasa, they aim to preserve culture above everything else while all the Axis powers try to erase the past conflict or put it behind them."

"Why?" "Why what?" "Why are the common people being punished?" He presses his lips, "It's that they followed leaders that were okay with genocide, even now, Nazis still exist, children aiming to bring us back to that idea, an evil world order." "But it's over though." He shakes his head, "Most people do not forgive or forget. Our best and worst quality." I frown, "That world power order- I think it's still coming." "How so?" "The demons, Lasal has powers. Who else does? We lost Martus in no time at all, what will Kinelt be like? Ferron?" He sighs, "Whatever we see there, we'll do our best for the GU." I point to his uniform's flag, "For America?" He nods then pauses, "No. The GU." I groan at the sudden headache, "But America runs the show?" He smiles. "No. Everyone's equal in the GU." I groan at the migraine, "Who's the Marshal?" He leans back in his chair astonished. He jerks his revolver out and points it at me. "I see." "How do know about him? Who are you really?!"

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I sigh, "I'm an angel, but it's now clear you'll only accept your version of the truth." "Answer my damn question!" I take a breath, "I want to help people, like you. I'm not a-" He rests his elbow on his hip as my head pounds. "I'm no spy. I get sudden feelings, thoughts, words. Small truths like the Marshal runs the show." "Still nonsense." He goes to touch his microphone, "Wilkins would replace you, right?" His finger pauses as another gut feeling comes through, "Would he threaten Aelina?" A loud bang and a flash, I fall off the chair, scream and grab my shoulder as he walks around the table. I scoot against the wall as he closes the distance, "Don't you say her fucking name!" I look down, I'm bleeding so much. It's nothing like a papercut or a minor burn. My god, I'm shaking? The barrel goes to my head, I shut my eyes and whine, "I'm sorry!" He pushes it further as his breathing slows. He tears the gun away and I gasp, a breath of relief. "Damn it!" He grabs his head, "Why can't I bring myself to kill you?!"

I whine, "I'm an angel, no spy." He grumbles, "Made that pretty clear with that reaction." I sniffle as the blood just keeps pouring out. I feel lightheaded, so weird, a foreign feeling. He turns around and rushes to me, "I feel woozy." "It's the blood loss." My body stops shaking as my vision narrows, "I-I don't want to die." Kaylin presses his lips as I close my eyes. Is this how I die!?