"Stop him? When he doesn't listen to me?" Michael let out a bitter chuckle. "Fat chance, Uriel. I tried to talk to him, and all he did was going into hysterics."

His mind told him to stop, but his mouth kept going as it said, "And I didn't mean how you would react to a Fallen Raphael. I meant how you would react to the whole situation. After all, I wouldn't want to lose two fellow archangels at once." He wanted to smack himself as soon as the words had left his mouth, but forced himself to stay still, knowing that he couldn't pull the words back. Therefore he just stood there, watching Uriel, waiting for an answer of some kind.