Now, Uriel was definitely fascinated. To hear Raphael speak for so long was rare; to hear him do so in such anger was unique. Especially that argument about beings that destroyed rather than saved -- and Michael alongside the horsepeople? Well, then why didn't Raphael see that he and Michael would have fit each other perfectly, one breaking while th other fixed?

As much as he would have liked to hear his fellow archangel and the demon continue their little "conversation", however, there was one question he had to ask or his curiosity would not leave him in peace.

"What about me, Raphael?" he asked calmly. "Where do you place me in your little black and white universe? Am I one of the destroyers or of those who sew things back together?"