Uriel's words stung slightly. It was hard to hear his own thoughts about his self-centeredness echoed back to him. (He was a man, though, surely it was his male perogative to assume that the universe and everyone's actions were in direct response to him!)
Pestilence listened to Uriel's speech, and he felt a flare of anger in his stomach. It was those other damned angels that had caused this? Still trying to maintain a calm exterior he began to speak, hoping that his words would not be misinterpreted.
"I will not lie to you, Uriel. Before you, I have never enjoyed the company of angels. They are not sympathetic, and are often so holier-than-thou that they end up making problems worse than aiding as they are supposed to. The thing is, angels do not understand suffering. They may pretend to, but they have no idea what real suffering is. They do not know what humans or non-angelic beings go through. They are like doctors who have never been sick, or surgeons who have never gone under the knife. They pretend to know, and pretend to help, but they have no idea what it is like.
And it is because of this that they lack empathy. Instead of blaming the source, they blame you for their own shortcomings. They blame you for carrying out the Plan, for it all has to happen for a reason, right? Just as my existance is designed by Him."
Pestilence set Uriel's hands down, and looked back up at the angel. "I am so sorry Uriel. I wish it had been me to carry out this order. I am sorry that I was not able to help in some way. And I am sorry that the beings that should be helping you through this are not. I wish there was something I could do." Pestilence hung his head. Unsure how to communicate all of the things he was feeling.
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Date: 2006-03-09 12:18 am (UTC)Pestilence listened to Uriel's speech, and he felt a flare of anger in his stomach. It was those other damned angels that had caused this? Still trying to maintain a calm exterior he began to speak, hoping that his words would not be misinterpreted.
"I will not lie to you, Uriel. Before you, I have never enjoyed the company of angels. They are not sympathetic, and are often so holier-than-thou that they end up making problems worse than aiding as they are supposed to. The thing is, angels do not understand suffering. They may pretend to, but they have no idea what real suffering is. They do not know what humans or non-angelic beings go through. They are like doctors who have never been sick, or surgeons who have never gone under the knife. They pretend to know, and pretend to help, but they have no idea what it is like.
And it is because of this that they lack empathy. Instead of blaming the source, they blame you for their own shortcomings. They blame you for carrying out the Plan, for it all has to happen for a reason, right? Just as my existance is designed by Him."
Pestilence set Uriel's hands down, and looked back up at the angel. "I am so sorry Uriel. I wish it had been me to carry out this order. I am sorry that I was not able to help in some way. And I am sorry that the beings that should be helping you through this are not. I wish there was something I could do." Pestilence hung his head. Unsure how to communicate all of the things he was feeling.