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neutral_omensDate: February 6, 2000
Setting: Uriel's room
Status: Private -- Uriel (Complete)
Summary: Uriel gets a letter.
Uriel stared down at the letter, frowning. After his conversation with Crowley he had sent a message to the angel he had asked to keep an eye out for Aziraphale, demanding to know why he hadn't been notified of the attack. The response had now finally arrived.
Apparently the angel had been summoned to help at another attack, and been injured there. Well, he couldn't really fault him for something that was out of his control like that. However, he could indeed wonder why nobody had thought of sending Aziraphale some help as well.
Uriel sighed. He should have know. He should have known, somehow, and been there to help Aziraphale. Fortunately Crowley had been there, and Aziraphale had survived even without angelic assistance.
And, once again, he was useless. Even when he tried to look out for others, he was useless. He didn't know, or he wasn't there in time, or he just simply couldn't help. If he, an archangel, could not even keep an eye on a single angel, what exactly could he do? Wander around and try to keep himself busy? Because that was pretty much all he had been doing lately.
Well, even if he was no use to anyone, at least he wasn't troubling anyone at the moment, either, he thought with a dark chuckle. If he had died right then and there, nobody probably would have noticed. Unless something changed in Michael's relationship with Raphael, of course, because then michael would come to talk with him. Michael might even be slightly upset about it -- if Uriel died, then who would he talk with whenever something went wrong or right or he just needed to get something out of himself?
A part of him -- a frighteningly big part -- almost wished that he had truly died.
Setting: Uriel's room
Status: Private -- Uriel (Complete)
Summary: Uriel gets a letter.
Uriel stared down at the letter, frowning. After his conversation with Crowley he had sent a message to the angel he had asked to keep an eye out for Aziraphale, demanding to know why he hadn't been notified of the attack. The response had now finally arrived.
Apparently the angel had been summoned to help at another attack, and been injured there. Well, he couldn't really fault him for something that was out of his control like that. However, he could indeed wonder why nobody had thought of sending Aziraphale some help as well.
Uriel sighed. He should have know. He should have known, somehow, and been there to help Aziraphale. Fortunately Crowley had been there, and Aziraphale had survived even without angelic assistance.
And, once again, he was useless. Even when he tried to look out for others, he was useless. He didn't know, or he wasn't there in time, or he just simply couldn't help. If he, an archangel, could not even keep an eye on a single angel, what exactly could he do? Wander around and try to keep himself busy? Because that was pretty much all he had been doing lately.
Well, even if he was no use to anyone, at least he wasn't troubling anyone at the moment, either, he thought with a dark chuckle. If he had died right then and there, nobody probably would have noticed. Unless something changed in Michael's relationship with Raphael, of course, because then michael would come to talk with him. Michael might even be slightly upset about it -- if Uriel died, then who would he talk with whenever something went wrong or right or he just needed to get something out of himself?
A part of him -- a frighteningly big part -- almost wished that he had truly died.
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