When it becomes clear that the demon is simply going to ignore him Lai lets out a sigh and simply enjoys the sight of the children having fun. Not an old soldier, his actual years on the battlefield few, the angel is less taken in by the battle aspect of the play than Father Xephos, but he too occasionally has his mind jump to how they could be making use of their units better and how many would already be dead with such childish maneuvers. [i]'Pigtails could have taken him out right there if she hadn't stopped to slay that tuft of grass, and Javier leaves his back open far too often. He wouldn't make a good soldier'[/i] This thought actually cheers the angel up, the idea of any of them in an actual battle saddening him to no end.

[i]'I would be happy if no more innocents had to suffer, but as long as the demons continue I their evil crusade the battles will continue, and little ones like these will grow in number, and in sadness. . .'[/i] He lets out a sad sigh, letting his gaze wander over to the church. [i]'This is such a peaceful place. . .And old. It's amazing how long this simple stone structure has lasted through so much. . .'[/i] The sorrow of all the destruction he knows he himself has caused weighs on him a bit, however as he sees the children piling on top of Javier and one of the girls in a “Bandit wave” he chuckles softly, his mood elevating. [i]'I've never hurt any one. I've never personally caused a human harm. They are God's precious creatures, and while I do not hate my fellows for the accidents they have had, I am ashamed that they all do not try as hard as I to preserve life. . .'[/i]

After his mother's rescue of him from his tumble to earth Lai began to pay more attention to the stories told by his family about the battles that have dropped down on to the surface and found that many times the death of a human was noted, but not in a way that showed any form of mourning. After the rescue however his mother began talking about how she had managed to divert fighting from human settlements and of maneuvers she'd come up with for keeping the battles away from the surface. Several thought her a little odd for it, and she always played it off as a way to make battles easier, but when they were alone his mother would speak more honestly. [i]'After the humans took care of me like that, she began feeling bad about all the humans that have died in the crossfire. Because of how they treated me, she began to mourn the loss of life. . .'[/i]

He sighs gently, the reoccurring wave of missing her making his energy flare ever so slightly. At the same time he tenses, looking back at the demon for the first time. His eyes flash at the sight. [i]'I've seen that look before. Uncle Inus, cousin Joal. . . .All the elders use to get like that a lot when they watched us play fighting. . . .He's thinking of the battlefield. . .'[/i] For a moment he wonders if he should try snapping Xephos out of it however quickly dismisses the idea as foolish seeing as the demon would likely take it as an attack and fight back. Instead he goes back to watching the kids until at last the figure of the priest moves and he waits a moment before following him to his feet. He smiles and shakes his head at the pleading looks shot his way, waving as the children slowly shuffle their way towards the clinking scraping noise.

Stretching slowly he looks over at the priest, making sure to keep any cheek from his expression. In a very soft voice he says, “You really take surprisingly good care of them, and not just for a demon. . .” He does not look at the man as he says this, instead giggling lightly at the sight of the little ones yelping lightly as the teacher finally appears and begins herding them inside. In a more normal voice he turns to face the priest fully and says, “So, what work do you have for me today? More hauling? I can do stacking and organizing too if that's what this place needs.” A touch of his old angelic confidence seeps in at this and almost jokingly he stands at attention and awaits his “Orders”.