Raphael smiled gratefully. "Yes, I will help you clean up tonight. Thank you." 

How could he have believed all humans were bad? Or demons? If someone had told him he would have entrusted one of his treasured feathers to Belial... well...

He thinks of the dead leaf he had plucked away from the poor plant and the realization that had struck him.

I will be strong. A gardener is never closest than when he is pruning...

I was wrong... So so wrong...

"May I have another?" he asked. "With marshmallows?"