His features crumple up more. "But angels are demons. What kind of demon are you to not know that?"

Then gesturing at his chest, he adds, "And that doesn't explain this any better! How is cracking a gem supposed to kill me? Why is this suddenly embedded in my flesh? I didn't ask for this! Is there a secret sign-the-dotted-line contract my prongs brushed past on the way through the creepily specific hole I passed through on the way here?" He near jolts off the chair as the memory strikes him. "And what the fresh, tentacled fuck was that about? Why was that there? Why was it shaped like me?!"