Nebula felt her eyebrow arch up and her mouth blurted, “What does that mean?” Nebula was confused.
“What do you think it means?”
′Does he has a thing for riddles? Why is he always asking me, what I think it means?′
She blinked a few times before she replied.
“I don’t know.”
“It means we die. We would die as mortals as humans do. An Angel is one. Half of you is half of me. We are one, so without you, there is no me, without me there is no you. We would cease to exist.″
He placed his palms together and made a poof sound pulling it apart, palm out, facing up.
" Sorry. ”
Nebula just didn’t understand why he insisted on having this ridiculous conversation. She wiped at the ticklish nose again still trying to come to grips with what was coming out of his mouth.
“You’re not it for me. An
