Uriel smiled at the little slip. "Well, I'm not quite sure what the official stand is, but I doubt it's quite that," she said. "Of course, the most glorious way to die is to become a martyr, but as those cases are thankfully rare, I think about anything is accepted... Well, except for suicide. It still isn't taken well."

She shuddered at the memories that surfaced at this remark. Then, instinctively, she unfolded her wings, stretching them to get rid of the stiffness that resulted from having them in for so long. Bending them forward, she then shielded herself, Loki, and her unborn child with a cover of pristine white.