Where the Angle of Death has tried and failed to protect people from themselves, his frustration has taken on a life of its own, a long synthetic division that belabored him. The pain subsumed into agony which briefly became intolerable, then faded into oblivion. Two sides now existed, the divisor and the dividend. One and zero. A binary set of options.

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"I will watch over the innocent, and skew them from their protracted mistakes," the melodic tenor spoke from the dark shadowy form.

"I pursue the guilty, and watch for them to choose the wrong approach," the basso rumbled out of the brightly lit shape.

"We are complementary angles," the voices spoke as one, light and dark, bass and tenor.