Raphael folded his own wings, subconsciously bringing a hand up to touch his braid only to remember it was no longer there. The discomfort in Gabriel told him he was thinking about events that seemed to be all too fresh. Shoving the memories aside he straightened again and wondered why the Son didn't seem to know who they were. Well, he knew why he was unrecognized but what had Gabriel done?

"You... really don't know who we are?" he hazarded.