[ It's not an offer that tempts him. He knows with his entire soul that such a world is an impossibility. And so he continues to fade, watching impassively as that arm is reached out to him.

The closer it gets to him, the more demonic energy might be felt at the hand's fingertips. As if in warning. ]

We are enemies in this new world, Archangel. Do not expect me to meet you at your point, or in the middle. I will defend my ideals with my life, the same way you will.

[ He has nothing left to lose at this point. Should push come to shove, he will do everything in his power to keep hold of the world that he has managed to save, imperfections and all. It's why he's sided with the Pleroma to begin with.

And then his image finally fades for good, his eyes blinking awake in the room he calls "his" in Horos. ]