[Control is very much Michael's element. Wanda's chaos magic aside, he knows better than to try and reign in any human one on one but he can't help his nature.

It gets him what he was after, anyway: her full attention.

Michael lets her arm go without a fuss and crosses his arms over his chest, expression severe.

He gets it, he truly does. Angels are different but he had thousands of siblings, of brothers- and sisters-in-arms, most of them now lost. Having Raphael at his side did not fill the void where Lucifer had been, or even the space Gabriel had occupied. Even the younger angels created from the same obedient mould were not interchangeable. He is not Pietro and would never seek to occupy his place, not any more than Wanda can replace the segments of family he's lost.

But right now she's using it to dismiss his extremely valid point, so the anger spikes regardless, grace roiling and unmanifested feathers rising. Wanda is smarter than this. Something must be influencing her judgement.]

I never claimed to be. You're a younger sibling regardless, and I recognize this rash behaviour.

['Reckless' and 'necessary' are not mutually exclusive, and he questions if her actions were even the latter.]

Have you considered what this will do to the people you care for, those you saved, if this arrangement harms you? What do you even know about this Soris?

[Michael had known his Father for a near-inconceivable stretch of time, long before the Earth ever existed, and yet everything he'd been certain of about Him had been a lie.

Well—except the anger. He always knew his Father had a temper.]