Raphael's voice dropped to a whisper as he thought of people and places long ago.
"Do you think it's easy, watching humans you've come to care for get carried off? I've been at the side of a good and gentle doctor when he passed and told that I cannot take him to Heaven because his affections lead to adultery. I have seen the desire to heal mutate into hideous fascinations and mortifying experiments. I have seen the worst of the results left in the wake of three of those damned horsepersons, so bad that only the fourth can soothe.
And it's nothing that can be shared. Because beings like you and Michael and War and Pestilence and Pollution and everybody else - you only tear things up. The fight happens and the doctors and physicians must stay behind, not able to stop the suffering, not able to keep it from happening.
All we can do is whatever we can to sew things back up. I've seen honest doctors suffer with the frustration of not being able to do more. I've seen patients everywhere suffering from disease and injury and cannot always interfere. I've seen medicine devolve into a quest for profit and I cannot stop it.
My job is saving; but I cannot save everything. I love life and the living. And each loss hurts. I have made dear friends and seen them scarred or torn away and once again, I'm useless."
He stopped suddenly embarrased by his lengthy outburst.
"But why should you care? I'm sure destruction does nothing but please your kind."
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Date: 2006-01-02 09:57 am (UTC)"Do you think it's easy, watching humans you've come to care for get carried off? I've been at the side of a good and gentle doctor when he passed and told that I cannot take him to Heaven because his affections lead to adultery. I have seen the desire to heal mutate into hideous fascinations and mortifying experiments. I have seen the worst of the results left in the wake of three of those damned horsepersons, so bad that only the fourth can soothe.
And it's nothing that can be shared. Because beings like you and Michael and War and Pestilence and Pollution and everybody else - you only tear things up. The fight happens and the doctors and physicians must stay behind, not able to stop the suffering, not able to keep it from happening.
All we can do is whatever we can to sew things back up. I've seen honest doctors suffer with the frustration of not being able to do more. I've seen patients everywhere suffering from disease and injury and cannot always interfere. I've seen medicine devolve into a quest for profit and I cannot stop it.
My job is saving; but I cannot save everything. I love life and the living. And each loss hurts. I have made dear friends and seen them scarred or torn away and once again, I'm useless."
He stopped suddenly embarrased by his lengthy outburst.
"But why should you care? I'm sure destruction does nothing but please your kind."