Suddenly Raphael no longer wanted his ice cream. Images of a Hellbeast and blood and claws and death surged through his mind. It was tearing Aziraphale apart, the young Principality screaming and screaming for him, reaching out with blood-slicked fingers but he can't help him he can't help him...
"I know how you feel," he said quietly, gaze shifting away from his mentee so he wouldn't see the pain in dull emerald eyes. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat. Gabriel and Michael had worried about him, were probably still worried... How could he have done this to them?
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Date: Tuesday, 3 August 2010 03:35 (UTC)"I know how you feel," he said quietly, gaze shifting away from his mentee so he wouldn't see the pain in dull emerald eyes. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat. Gabriel and Michael had worried about him, were probably still worried... How could he have done this to them?
I should have let the Hellbeast kill me.