Michael lowered his eyes, ashamed at himself for hurting his colleague so. There was rare pain visible in Uriel's eyes that the other archangel seemingly couldn't -- or perhaps just wouldn't -- conceal. "I apologize", he said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. And I would never wish for your death, Uriel. It's not like you decide who Falls and who does not; that's only Him."

He sighed a bit, forcing himself not to put his hand in his hair again. "Yes, I fear Raphael would not listen to you," he said quietly. "Apparently you have begun to annoy him -- at least that's what he said. Also, apparently there is something seriously wrong with your sense of humour if you find my love for Raphael amusing," he added, a faint smile on his lips. "Of course, this is Raphael's words, not mine."