Gabriel sighed. "You know, that dream of yours may have been metaphorical. I'm not literally going to be killed, but seeing you like this... it does hurt. A lot. And I don't know if anything we say has any effect, or if you're just going to find a new way to hurt yourself - and by extension, Michael and myself - the moment we take our eyes off you."

He waved a hand at the door, which opened by itself. "Go if you wish."