You're talking about me as though I'm not right here. What would I never do, exactly? Hurt you? Violate you?

[Sandalphon grabs a fistful of Izumi's hair and pulls his head back to whisper in his ear.]

It doesn't matter whether you beg or not. I would, and I will.

[He hasn't prepared Izumi at all, but that's hardly high on his list of priorities as he pushes inside him. Any gentleness or care that Izumi may have come to expect from the Supreme Primarch is wholly absent—after all, this isn't the Supreme Primarch, just a bitter archangel of hatred determined to make Izumi just as miserable as he is.]

What else would I never do, mortal? What do you presume to know about me?!

[He gets angrier with every thrust. This is the first time he's ever touched someone else like this. There's a time when he'd have been horrified with himself, but he's been so lonely, so miserable, for millennia. No one will ever love him. This is the best he can hope for—to force a connection with someone else through his desire to lash out.]

How dare you talk about me as though you understand anything!