"Yes and no?" Real helpful, Venus. She shrugs after a moment. "You probably wouldn't want the answer even if I had the words for it, though. So it's not worth it to even try in the first place, right?"

It's uncharacteristically bitter of her, even delivered in that same patient tone she always has. But then again, that shouldn't be a surprise, should it? It's why she let the devil in in the first place - dysphoria, misunderstanding, anger at God's favorites and their sweet, useless words.

And Raphael is proving himself, more and more, to be a part of that chosen group. She smiles his way, soft and almost sickly. "Good. I'm glad you don't need her." She means it, too. Why wouldn't she? It's not like she wants people to hurt, regardless of what they think about her. "If there's nothing she could give you, maybe she's not here for you in the first place."