Andi Makes Bad Decisions: The Post (Canon is El Shaddai)

[archditz]

[The man in the expensive suit stifles a laugh, to the point where it almost comes out a snort.]

I would hardly call this a "bad decision". However, you would probably assume I'm biased. As you should.

[That was a joke, get it? Maybe not, but at least he has enough decency to not laugh at his own jokes.]

You're probably not serious about it anyway. I was under the assumption that you liked me. Am I wrong?

[That was a rhetorical question, as he is never wrong, you see.]

I suppose it's more to do with a lack of trust? I can see how that could happen. Rest assured that the more humans speak of the Lord as if they know everything about Him, the less likely they are to know anything about Him.

The same can be said for a number of other subjects, actually. But it is especially true in this case.

I should thank you for at least opening up to me.

[Pause...]

Thank you.

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[archditz]

[...Ah. Galiel.]

It wasn't your fault, Enoch. We're doing the best we can for her, but I will tell her what you said, all the same.

[And he...awkwardly puts a hand on Enoch's shoulder, like he's actively trying not to seem really distant.]

[warriorscribe]

*Michael can't know whether it was his fault or not. This Michael can't. But he takes the consolation anyway, because he needs it, leaning into the hand on his shoulder a bit.*

Your mundane is playing rather blind, isn't he? *A dry, forced chuckle.*

[archditz]

Hm, maybe. I wouldn't say completely blind, but this seems like one of those random whims anyway.

[warriorscribe]

Mm. My mundane has those at times. She rarely acts on them anymore.

*Still looking quite distracted. Michael may or may not have seen humans do this when they're trying to avoid a subject.*

[archditz]

Impulse control seems to be a lost art these days.

[Well...maybe, but at least he's seen Enoch/Galiel do that, sooo.]

Is something wrong?

[warriorscribe]

Nothing we could easily discuss. Nothing our mundanes haven't.

[archditz]

...Is this about Armaros?

[Enoch, look. He.

He kinda already knows that he's alive and here, okay.]

[warriorscribe]

It could be, I suppose. You do share a mundane...

*One sentence has nothing to do with the other, actually.*

[archditz]

You want me to speak to the Lord about this, don't you?

[Mmn hmmn.

Yep.]

[warriorscribe]

What do you think about him?

[archditz]

Of Armaros? [Hmmn. HMMMN.]

Honestly, I wasn't aware he was even alive until now. I'm...relieved. [He nods to himself.]

Do you want me to be completely honest?

[warriorscribe]

Please.

[archditz]

Very well. I think that he was led around by others he viewed as wiser than he and became involved in something he wouldn't have otherwise, had he fully known all the damage it would do.

[Yeah, he can't even get mad about Armaros having Nephilim because what was it going to do, swim around and eat plankton all day?]

However...hmmn. [Considering what Michael was on Earth for in the first place, denying that Armaros be forgiven would make him a huge hypocrite, wouldn't it?]

Has he repented?

[warriorscribe]

I believe he has. I'm sure he could let you know, himself, or one of our threads...

*He trails off, wanting an answer more than he wants to explain himself.*

[archditz]

It's fine. I can take you on your word.

[Enoch is the future Voice of God, come on.]

I will speak to Him about it as soon as I can.

[warriorscribe]

Thank you.

*Enoch knows he can't do anything from here. And that this is a metaspace tangent that has no permanent impact on anything but itself. But it's a comfort all the same.

Comfort enough, apparently, to open up.*

What I really wanted to talk about-... Rather, not talk about...

[archditz]

Yes? [Enoch might as well talk about it, it was bound to show up anyway. Not like Michael would mind.]

[warriorscribe]

If... *His voice cracks. He takes a deep breath and tries again.*

If my mundane is somehow...has stumbled on the truth and I'm going to wind up down there...I'll take care of him as well as I can.

*Another pause, his face looking like he's not sure what to feel.*

I wanted to be able to promise that much. To bring good out of it if it's true...

[archditz]

[Oh Enoch, don't do this. Michael reaches out again and grabs Enoch's shoulder, pulling him a bit closer.]

I understand that not knowing much is leading to some...dark thoughts.

But do not talk about yourself like that in my presence ever again. Do you understand?

[warriorscribe]

*This is why he didn't want to talk about it.

He wants to explain himself, but...no. No, he won't argue the point. He meekly nods, shuffling forward to avoid being pulled off balance.*

[archditz]

I'm not angry with you, Enoch. [It's just...terrible to see him like this.]

What an Earth even gave you such an idea?

[warriorscribe]

My mundane's theory...based on the words that have been used.

*They're only machine-translated, so there's hope. But as far as he's aware, nothing really stands very strongly against it, and there are going to be events that...hell, make him worry for his piety now, let alone how he'll feel when he'll actually catch up with them. His only comfort in that respect, really, is the knowledge that he personally will never see a canon update.*

[archditz]

Yes. Humans enjoy theorizing quite a bit, don't they?

[warriorscribe]

There's nothing wrong with keeping an active mind. But when both my mundane and our canon have a record of...writing downhill...

[archditz]

I never said there was. [Michael is full of nothing but sincere kindness.]

However, I think you're letting that underestimate both yourself and the rest of us. This will be fixed, Enoch.