He said nothing, cheeks burning in shame as he was helped back to his feet, wings dragging miserably behind him. "What can anyone do?" he finally asked, green eyes dull with defeat.

What good was an Archangel that could hardly get around on his own? Would it always be like this? Granted he was injured but...

"I'm sorry for all the trouble," he said glumly.

He really didn't feel like an Archangel right now. At all.