Uriel flinched again at Michael's words, this time visibly. The other was right, he knew. Felling somebody hurt the more the more powerful the angel was, and his depression afterwards was a direct result of that. Felling a fellow archangel might very well drive him to his lowest. He did know his own weakness well enough. Michael didn't need to rub it in.

"That I cannot tell you," he said, forcing his voice to stay emotionless. "Perhaps it is best, then, that if we do actually come that far, you shall come to check up on me afterwards, hm? Of course, that is only if you would actually care about my survival after I Felled your beloved Raphael. All this is purely hypotethical, of course, seeing as you will not allow anything like that to happen."

Drawing a deep breath that was not entirely connected to his need of air to speak -- something that disturbed him; he rarely let himself get upset enough to breathe unnecessarily if he could help it -- he then said, "And, in all honesty, I think you would have the best chance of getting him back to his senses. I did try to warn him that he is not going into the right direction, but I fear I only managed to aggravate him even more."