I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
If he were a man given to feelings of guilt, he might have then. But he is not. Or if he is, he never acknowledges it. He has spent so long spitting venom at the hapless passers by who were luckless enough to encounter him that it has become second nature. He has truly become the jaded and bitter old man yelling at the children on his lawn.
He can’t know what his thoughtlessly spoken words had stirred in the other man, but he can see the confusion they bring. Can hear it in the words of denial. Slowly, his wings begin to resettle once more. He’s not entirely sure he believes him, especially not after the way he had reprimanded him for his language, but neither is he willing to push the issue. After all, even if things had gone swimmingly during this chance meeting, Ashhal would have never stopped being the crude thing he is.
It would gall him to know that Ledger might have gained some insight into his behavior though. The things he buried very deep down where they would never see the light of day (except once, when he’d spewed them so vilely into an angel’s ears, but he’d made sure she would never be able to tell a single soul).
So yes, if he could have felt guilt or regret, he might have then. But Ashhal is as ugly a creature on the inside as he proves himself to be on the outside. If there is any regret he feels, it is only that he hadn’t gotten to release some tension in a brawl. “As if you couldn’t have fucking gone around,” he growls, mostly under his breath. But he steps aside, because he has never been one to stand in the way of someone wanting to escape.
@[Ledger]