Uriel stiffened as the horseman suddenly rushed towards him, then was startled to find his wrists grasped by the other being. He tried to draw his hands back but couldn't, his weakness against Pestilence's determination ensuring his failure. Thus he could just sit there helplessly as Pestilence examined his wrists and the scars on them. However, he was startled at seeing the pale eyes veiled with tears as the horseman looked up at him, as well as at the horseman's voice as he spoke.
He smiled sadly. "You think too much of yourself," he said softly -- not in any way hostile, rather gentle. He couldn't understand why Pestilence -- why anybody -- would feel so badly about something that had happened to him, but if the personification did feel such things, he wasn't about to belittle them. "I was quite bothered by the fact that I had done something I couldn't recall, but definitely not enough to try to end my existence. Even if I had tried, His Presence would have prevented it."
Swallowing, he continued, "Some time ago... Michael... well, he Fell. By my sword, as could only be expected. My own hand cut him away from the Presence. At the same time as I lost my best -- and perhaps only -- friend I lost my feeling of the Presence, left almost too weak to even hold my sword up. And then Raphael told me he would never forgive me, and Gabriel appeared rather hostile as well. I was all alone, and it hurt, I didn't have even Him and I was weak and tired..." He bit his lip, then continued, "I just wanted it all to stop. At the time I didn't care which way I took as long as it led out of it."
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He smiled sadly. "You think too much of yourself," he said softly -- not in any way hostile, rather gentle. He couldn't understand why Pestilence -- why anybody -- would feel so badly about something that had happened to him, but if the personification did feel such things, he wasn't about to belittle them. "I was quite bothered by the fact that I had done something I couldn't recall, but definitely not enough to try to end my existence. Even if I had tried, His Presence would have prevented it."
Swallowing, he continued, "Some time ago... Michael... well, he Fell. By my sword, as could only be expected. My own hand cut him away from the Presence. At the same time as I lost my best -- and perhaps only -- friend I lost my feeling of the Presence, left almost too weak to even hold my sword up. And then Raphael told me he would never forgive me, and Gabriel appeared rather hostile as well. I was all alone, and it hurt, I didn't have even Him and I was weak and tired..." He bit his lip, then continued, "I just wanted it all to stop. At the time I didn't care which way I took as long as it led out of it."