(After a few months of growing more and more used to her new life, Modeus has started to settle into a new personality. You've been able to tell that she's still changing, that she's still struggling to contain the sin buried deep within. But you've made it somewhat easier. Yet you also make it so much harder to imagine where she and you weren't forced into roles by Heaven.)

(It's been a solid week since she last contacted you. It's not abnormal; she occasionally ghosts you before a notable shift in her personality takes place. You understood that she needed the isolation, after all, you were still there if she ever needed you. You get contacted by the Adorable Angel, and she asks you if you can come over tonight.)

(Not having anything planned, really, she just writes away in her journal. A good chunk of her felt like she might have been too silent recently, maybe enough that you went and made a plan that would've interfered with her own - or lack thereof. Absentmindedly, she writes about you, detailing everything she enjoys about your presence, scribbling down the more dangerous thoughts hastily at the end of each page. When she hears the locks undoing, she remembers that she gave you an extra key in case you ever became too concerned with her silence. She slams her notebook and looks behind her, awkwardly trying to make sure her hair is presentable.)

"...Hey. Didn't think you'd...actually stop by. Thanks."

(Her words are hushed, but it's no problem for you to hear. You've gotten used to it by now. She glances behind her and clears her throat, desperately wanting to say something but not knowing if you expected her to actually have anything planned. She remains silent and tries to pick out a solid idea from her brain, which is running a thousand ideas all at once.)