Miguel noticed a man, more or less of the same age that he appeared to be. He was looking at Fallen and the girl he was talking to. The man was smiling. "He looks kind." He thought, moments before noticing that the man was a priest. Miguel had always liked priests. He didn't know why, but he felt closer to them than to the other humans. Then, he saw Fallen going somewhere with that girl. Miguel smiled feeling that everything was ok for now.

Miguel looked at the priest again. "Why was he looking at them? Does he know what we are? No, that can't be. Humans can't tell the differences between our races." He thought, smiling. "Silly me." He laughed.

The two younger people of the group talked for a few more minutes before the boy escorted the girl through the park and out of sight. It was then Kirby noticed the older gentleman looking back at him, it caused him to jump slightly as the golden aura around him was much stronger, possibly indicating an angel of a higher rank. "Oh, terribly sorry," he spoke politely, "I realizing staring is very rude," there was a small pause in his thoughts while he gathered some sort of story to explain why he was gawking like an imbecile, "I um, was everything okay? The girl seemed troubled. Are you a friend of hers?" Kirby spoke fast, which was outside of his soft spoken character to do. "I hope I wasn't interfering. But..." he trailed off, the man before her was smiling pleasantly, his eyes radiating a gentle nature. And if by some miraculous force, it was putting Kirby at ease. He felt compelled to stay and talk to the man before him.

"Don't worry. You weren't interfering." Miguel's wings vanished slowly as he said that, due to a magic called glamour that makes supernatural things invisible to humans. He used this magic so he could talk with the man without having to care about leaving his wings at sight. "I don't know that girl, but we, also, saw that she seemed worried about something. So, my friend talked to her just to see if he could help her. I suppose everything went right." He said, looking at the bench where the two youngsters were sitting moments ago. Then he looked back at Kirby. "By the way, my name is Miguel. Nice to meet you."

There was a flash of light and the golden aura receded, still barely visible in the bright sunlight. "He's trying to hide his true form." Kirby thought to himself while extending a friendly hand, "Well, it's good to hear that she will be safe. Pleasure to meet you Miguel, I'm Father Cohen. If you'd like though, you can call me Kirby." His smile broadened at the mere idea of shaken hands with someone who has seen the face of God, it was enamoring. He hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself.

Miguel stood up and shook his hand with a friendly smile. "So, you are a priest. It has to be difficult to believe in the Lord at this moment, isn't it?" He ran a hand through his hair. "At least is good to find someone who believes in something." He then thought that being the priest he probably had some info about what were happening in the city. "Mmm. . . I'm kind of a newcomer. My friend told me that this city used to be full of life but then something happened and the people started to dissapear and . . . kill themselves." That last words were full of pain and sadness. "Do you know something about what happened. Why the people changed all of a sudden?" Miguel's eyes were full of sorrow.