Uriel hesitated only for a second before walking into the library and sitting down. He actually managed to sit straight, too, not sag against the back of the chair in exhaustion like he felt like doing. Unpleasant memories of their last meeting in the very same library rose to his mind but he ignored them as best as he could. It wouldn't be fair to either of them to start this conversation based on his feelings of shock and discomfort from that day.
He glanced at the horseman, studying his aura. The hint of Apocalypse he could sense in all the horsepeople wasn't that strong in him, he noted. For some reason, though, his aura felt... familiar. There was no other way to put it. Like there was something in it he should have known, should have recognized, but couldn't exactly catch.
He summoned all his energy in order not to appear as weak as he felt, clinging desperately to what little Presence he felt to get at least some support. Even in his desperation there was a huge amount of relief that it had actually returned to him, that he wasn't alone -- not that Wednesday would let him feel alone, of course.
He hoped the Presence would return wholly soon, though, even if he was infinitely grateful for what he had now. Most of his powers were tied to the Presence in him; although he wasn't exactly powerless, he was now weak compared to most supernatural beings in the Manor. Even Crowley might be able to overpower him now, and, despite Adam's promises and even Wednesday's support, he wouldn't feel safe before every bit of Presence was back to him.
"As you can see, I am still alive," he said quietly, looking seriously at Pestilence. "If you want to talk more, then, talk." He wasn't trying to be rude; he simply had nothing to say. Therefore he just sat there, fighting to appear normal, waiting for the horseman to say something.
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Date: 2006-03-08 09:11 am (UTC)He glanced at the horseman, studying his aura. The hint of Apocalypse he could sense in all the horsepeople wasn't that strong in him, he noted. For some reason, though, his aura felt... familiar. There was no other way to put it. Like there was something in it he should have known, should have recognized, but couldn't exactly catch.
He summoned all his energy in order not to appear as weak as he felt, clinging desperately to what little Presence he felt to get at least some support. Even in his desperation there was a huge amount of relief that it had actually returned to him, that he wasn't alone -- not that Wednesday would let him feel alone, of course.
He hoped the Presence would return wholly soon, though, even if he was infinitely grateful for what he had now. Most of his powers were tied to the Presence in him; although he wasn't exactly powerless, he was now weak compared to most supernatural beings in the Manor. Even Crowley might be able to overpower him now, and, despite Adam's promises and even Wednesday's support, he wouldn't feel safe before every bit of Presence was back to him.
"As you can see, I am still alive," he said quietly, looking seriously at Pestilence. "If you want to talk more, then, talk." He wasn't trying to be rude; he simply had nothing to say. Therefore he just sat there, fighting to appear normal, waiting for the horseman to say something.