Morality, or Patton as Virgil now knew, scoffed, "you can't just leave!" Virgil flinched back, but kept his glare steady.

"Really?" Virgil asked firmly. "And what exactly is going to stop me?" He said, his wings puffed up and out before them, not hiding them for once. Patton giggled, looking at Remus.

"You really want an answer?" Virgil but his lip but nodded. Lightning struck Virgil wings, and he cried out in pain, his wings spasmed, and he fell, looking around wildly or Logan, or even Roman. As much as Romans fire scared him, he wanted one of them. Patton giggled, another bolt striking the same wing. Yelping as he tried to move it. He sobbed, looking around more and more frantically. It seemed like Logan materialized in front of him. He knew Logan couldn't teleport. Damn being an angel, he wished he could just die. He didn't want this pain. Virgil cried, reaching weakly for Logan.

"L-Lo" Virgil panted, his voice barley there. Logan had a worried expression, looking Virgil's wing over.

"It's broken... fuck- okay" Virgil blinked, surprised at the fact Logan swore. Or was this Roman? He couldn't tell. His vision was hazy, filled with tears.

"H-Ho" Virgil rasped, his voice cutting out.

"I know, don't talk, just think what you want to say Lovely... it's okay, we're going home" Virgil nodded, closing his eyes in pain, sobbing lightly still. Virgil gasped, trying to sit up, realizing he didn't know where Janus was. He looked to Logan who was trying to calm him. "Janus is safe, he's at home" Virgil shook his head, not believing Logan, the two always were together, it couldn't be that way. "I promise, let's get you home, come on, Roman is gonna make sure it's safe. Your okay Love" Logan whispered, picking Virgil up as carefully as he could. Virgil almost screamed in pain, biting his hand and holding onto Logan. Why couldn't he just pass out? That would be much better. Logan nodded at him. His eyes flashing blue, and Virgil was out like a light.

Virgil woke up in pain, hearing Roman and Logan arguing like always.

"We need to set his wing!"

"We need Janus to heal it a little!"

"Janus can't heal like Virgil can! And Janus is already stressed beyond belief!" Virgil whined, looking to his side to find Janus with his eyes closed, his hand glowing faintly, the pain slowly seeping away.

"If you guys would shut up! I cant focus if your arguing!" Janus snapped. For a ten year older... well. Physically and mostly mentally, he was pretty mature. Virgil groaned lightly, catching the attention of them all. His wings were splayed out behind him, fully extended for once. "Vee.. How are you feeling? Are you ok? Should I keep healing your wing?" Virgil shook his head.

"Ill be fine.." 

"Your-"

"Don't heal me. Your already panting.. I'll be ok" Virgil whispered. Roman rushed to his side, his leg brushing Virgil's wing. Virgil yelled in pain, sobbing. Roman flinched, moving his leg away from the angels wings. 

"Im sorry love dove, I'm sorry" Roman muttered. Virgil shook his head tears streaming down his face.

"Janus, come here and sleep for goodness sake" Virgil muttered, wiping at his tears. "Its okay Roman... You were there and that's what counts..." Virgil muttered, his hand balled up in a fist from the pain. Janus laid down next to him, apologizing softly before falling asleep.