Yeah take the mask off we're pals

Azrael waves his hand, and his mask dissolves into smoke. AZRAEL: "I keep to myself. Besides, most of them blame me for Bahram anyway." Akiva watches him with a sympathetic expression. AKIVA: "I've... read a bit about you. Some old historian wrote a book about Azrael. I dunno how accurate it is, but do you mind if I ask about him? Bahram, I mean. Like, Darcy knows him, sure. And I've met him myself. Real fun guy. But I guess I just wish I knew more. I managed to bring my brother peace, lucky me." We transition to a brief look back at the Keter covenhouse at dawn, snow from last night's storm filling the cracks and ledges beneath the red sunrise. Eden sleeps in the darkness of his room, looking frail and isolated, like the lines of his window are a cage. AKIVA: "But I kind of get the feeling you're another victim left behind. It's funny, in a sad way. You and Eden are put in the same place by Bahram."