"I do not believe truly that it is punishment; but it is a consequence and an unfair one since it is not always their fault. And even if they are reckless - the are young and you claim love is no crime.
It isn't just," he said petulantly.
He ignored Michael's statement about kissing Uriel and turned to lay on his side. He allowed his wings to spread, ripping the night clothes and putting a barrier between him and Michael.
"Do not lecture me about the purpose of that filth; he has no purpose aside from torment.
And I know that I have failed. But perhaps I am simply not going about things the right way. Besides - how do you know what is beyond my power? I have never tried in ernest; perhaps I could heal all, if I ignored limitations. Perhaps I could find some other way. There are ways. There must be..." He looked at the wall and remembered plague ridden cities and dead bodies stacked high, abadoned by the healthy. "If I am to oppose him, then should I not do it to the best of my ability?
Who could fault me for destroying him?"
His head realing with possibilities, Raphael fell silent; his head was pounding too much, he wasn't thinking straight... When Michael brought up the subject of efforts he felt increasingly uncomfortable, aware of the flesh below his waist that he was still too drained to banish. The topic was awkward; so he avoided it.
Tired as he was, however, he could not quash a curious thought that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since Michael's admissions.
"Michael?" He asked quietly. "When did you first... you know, feel for me? How?
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"I do not believe truly that it is punishment; but it is a consequence and an unfair one since it is not always their fault. And even if they are reckless - the are young and you claim love is no crime.
It isn't just," he said petulantly.
He ignored Michael's statement about kissing Uriel and turned to lay on his side. He allowed his wings to spread, ripping the night clothes and putting a barrier between him and Michael.
"Do not lecture me about the purpose of that filth; he has no purpose aside from torment.
And I know that I have failed. But perhaps I am simply not going about things the right way. Besides - how do you know what is beyond my power? I have never tried in ernest; perhaps I could heal all, if I ignored limitations. Perhaps I could find some other way. There are ways. There must be..." He looked at the wall and remembered plague ridden cities and dead bodies stacked high, abadoned by the healthy. "If I am to oppose him, then should I not do it to the best of my ability?
Who could fault me for destroying him?"
His head realing with possibilities, Raphael fell silent; his head was pounding too much, he wasn't thinking straight... When Michael brought up the subject of efforts he felt increasingly uncomfortable, aware of the flesh below his waist that he was still too drained to banish. The topic was awkward; so he avoided it.
Tired as he was, however, he could not quash a curious thought that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since Michael's admissions.
"Michael?" He asked quietly. "When did you first... you know, feel for me? How?
I think I deserve to know."