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...and here I thought you'd finally decided to let me go on about my Work. Should have known better, hm?

Well? I don't have all day, so let's get moving. I've things to do and sinners to smite. Busy, busy.

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[Oh, so sour.] At least your mun won't use you as a punching bag. [What? He's cranky about the move.]

No, she knows better. Maybe you should ask nicer.

Mine is a sadist. She thinks I'm pretty when I bleed.

Which, gross. I mean, look at that icon. She added all that damage in photoshop. Who does that?

That, alas, I can't help you with. Look on it as a Test, if it helps.

I suppose. Dad knows best.

She's mean, though, Uriel. She tossed me at Lu's head the other day. [He shudders.] I'm just glad the Morningstar found something shiny to distract himself or that could've ended badly.

Why would it have ended badly?

Why wouldn't it have? [He shakes out those fluffy wings and starts absentmindedly grooming the feathers.] I don't know, he didn't seem grouchy about my-- [He snorts.] Betrayal, anymore, but you know as well as I do that he's a capricious bastard. And, you know, I don't have a big shiny sword and would barely know which end to hold if I did. Self-defense with a crossbow against someone like him is a hopeless proposition.

Self-defense with anything against someone like him, for someone like me, is a hopeless proposition.

You'd have needed self defense only if you'd have managed to pique his ire, Kemahiel. [A cool eyebrow went up.] I see you're still having problems controlling that loose mouth. I figured Michael would have slapped that out of you by now.

My existence piques his ire. The fact that I dared to call Home piques his ire. The fact that it actually worked piques his ire more.

Well. It was worth it.

Can you blame him? Honestly, Kemahiel. Even now, you still play the victim.

[Kemi just looks at him like he's grown an extra head.] He ripped the wings off my back because his stupid Pride was hurt. He wanted me to murder Guriel, of all angels. Of course I can blame him when he stupidly and stubbornly refuses to talk to Dad.

[This was why Uriel had migraines, honestly.]

Kemahiel. [Said with a bit of thunder in it; walk soft, lil' bro.] Yet again, you cling to the past to justify your weakness. If you have a brain in your head, you will cease this infernal whining and haul your spine upright and behave as a member of the Host. Is that clear?

[And the final nail in the coffin:] Or shall I summon the Captain to explain it to you?

[Kemi straightens, completely unconsciously.] Yessir. I mean, no, sir. I mean, yessir, it's clear, and no, sir, you don't have to summon Michael. [He's babbling. Probably ought to see to that. He clamps his mouth shut.] Sorry, sir. Imean-- [Crap, does apologizing count as whining? He never knows when he's going to step wrong with an Archangel.]

Good. Let's keep it that way, shall we?

Sinners to smite? What happened to divine forgiveness?

Forgiveness must be asked for. It is not simply given.

I'm well aware of that. Your phrasing just makes it sound like you don't give anyone much of a chance for redemption before skipping right to smiting.