"Wing of Death cannot do it." John rarely agreed with Aorus's statement, "That's why I made a deal with Him, trading Wing of Death for a new power."
"A power that would let me save my brother."
Aorus's thought process momentarily stalled.
Unwilling to think, unwilling to understand, unwilling to admit, unwilling to approve.
Exchange. Deal. Using one's only ability as a bargaining chip to trade with some entity for an elusive return. Trading was within the rights of the King of Destiny, and He certainly had the power to switch the types of superpowers. However...
"This is absurd! You're not His follower! Nor His Angel Envoy! Just a mere thug, on what grounds do you have the right to trade with the King!!"
John looked up at the giant god, his eyes conveying an emotion that was hard for Aorus to understand, like detestation mixed with pity for the ignorant.
"Fate has always been an unfair thing."
