He doesn't understand why he's subjected to mockery. Do they want him to anger? Probably, he reckons Belial wants him to lose control again, but this guy before him is different. He doesn't know anything about the cataclysms or his crimes. That's why, in a way, he's trying not to anger, and not show that ugly side of himself again. Even if it means swallowing his pride and disgust for a while. The man's remark makes him chuckle, blank expression brightening in faintly sadistic glee of amusement.

"That's right, Merlin," Sandalphon says, tugging his lips into a smug grin, "I'm an ungrateful selfish brat. So run along and give your attention to someone more deserving, o flower obsessed stranger." He watches him fade next and the dream to shift, knowing it's his last attempt to soothe him. What a persistent guy! Nonsense, he shakes his head, sighing in dismissal as he stares at the deep blue sky. "Hey Lord Lucifer," he says, to nobody in particular, with a soft, melancholic voice, "If someone among us deserved these dreams, it would have been you." Really this is nonsense. Primal beasts don't dream, and he doesn't deserve them with the sins he's accumulated against the sky. And yet he's the one who has been rewarded these instead of the one who protected and cherished this world for thousands of years.

And so, silently, Sandalphon quietly watches the stunning view, and what burdens his core is millennia's worth of loneliness and regrets.