Tepic stepped back from the Book, a slight frown of worry on his face. The last page to be written talked about Sebastian the Knight bringing a Could Angel to the Old Imperial Theatre, and that it could help fix the problem of the Dark Aether. It was what else he had said, according to the Book, that worried Tepic. That this was the last of the ones he had brought, and that the others were used to destroy the machines under the City, that was troubling.
Cloud Angels, as could be seen by anyone who had ever come across one, were wonderful, beautiful and gentle people, the idea of using one as a weapon, not asking but using, that was wrong. He remembered the book on Cloud Angels he had been reading some months before in the CocoJava, the Angels had helped people, and only gone away when people tried to use them to hurt others, which also killed the Angel.
He hoped he had misunderstood, and that the Cloud Angels were helping the people of New Babbage because they wanted to, and that Sebastian meant that the others had used their power but were still alright….. otherwise, what good would winning be, if they had done it at such a terrible cost to the Cloud Angels? How would they be any different than Moriarty, and the Van Creed people, who used others selfishly to their own ends?
Wandering back to his camp, he hoped that Myrtil would be back soon. He had heard that somehow she had word from Triky, and maybe what he had said to her would be the key, so they could stop this before the Book even started writing.