Raphael was quiet for a moment, still fingering the table centerpiece. Lilies... Like in those paintings of Gabriel... He closed his eyes, the lingering warmth of Faith and Love still doing its work within him. "I was wrong to Doubt," he whispered, barely audible. "I was wrong to... to hurt myself. I was wrong to accuse you of not being able to love me, it was no different than when I accused Belial because he was a demon." He inhaled slowly, eyes shimmering when he thought of what happened in that church. "I needed this so badly, Gabriel... But I'm afraid of the shadows. What if... What if I go back to the way I was? What if something happens and I... I..."