[Michael keeps pace alongside him, though he keeps a respectful wing's length away from the other man. Their restorative auras cause small plants and grasses to spring up along the path, though it doesn't slow them much.

The bird follows.

At the question, he gives Erik a weary sidelong glance. He's asking about more than he realizes. Michael doesn't mind discussing it, though, so long as it's out of context—he doesn't care to summarize his life's story for someone he's just met. It can be interesting, coming across unexpected perspectives among his fellow Summoned.]

I didn't, at the time. Not where humans were concerned. But that was ten years ago—longer, if you consider the apparent passage of time.

[That would make it well over a thousand, given how time seemed to drag in Hell.]

Yourself?