Gabriel swallows, moistening dry lips, eyes on Michael's dark wings. Whatever last shreds of calmness he might have had are gone, and the giddiness is only worse. There is simply no way that he can be hearing what he thinks he is hearing.
"Michael, I - " but he does not know what to say. What can he say, after such emotional turmoil? "I will not be the one to cause you to Fall. I don't know what's wrong with you, why you're saying all this or why your wings are dark, but you were right earlier. I'm not the angel I should be. Don't follow me. Please."
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Date: Monday, 10 May 2010 05:03 (UTC)"Michael, I - " but he does not know what to say. What can he say, after such emotional turmoil? "I will not be the one to cause you to Fall. I don't know what's wrong with you, why you're saying all this or why your wings are dark, but you were right earlier. I'm not the angel I should be. Don't follow me. Please."