What will you choose, Augustine?

"I have something to do before that." August pulled himself away and left them.

Before that, he had to talk to Azrael about it. Until he doesn't get clarity he can't help but think of stuff that doesn't matter.

August rushed to Niflheim in search of her. She was sitting on her seat, focused on something.

"Can we talk for a second?" August asked her permission to move forward.

"We can but a second has already passed." Azrael glanced up smiling innocently.

"A minute then?" August stopped her, as Azrael tried to get up and leave. He blocked her way. Azrael exhaled, rubbing her temples and sitting on a table and crossing her arms.

"If it's about earlier, you know the answer already," Azrael grunted, not wishing for the same stuff from earlier.

"Yes, we are talking about the same thing." August sat down on her chair with a serious face.