[Michael lets out a sound that's not quite a laugh, but there's humor in it.]
All angels are kin, Wanda. I have thousands of brothers.
[Saying that he wouldn't be happy to see any of them—or any of them him—is painting with a very wide brush indeed. She had no way of knowing, but all the same. Is that really the impression he gives? It must be, or she wouldn't have voiced it.
Michael frowns as he considers it, dropping the last few ingredients into the bottles: a few animal parts, a slow drip of honey.
Death for angels is a more permanent state than it is for humans. Castiel and Lucifer are outliers, exceptions their Father made to add twists to his story. What if my family came back from the dead isn't an idea he's given thought any more than humans typically do. It just doesn't happen.
Then again, in Abraxas...]
There were only three I was ever close to. I admit it would be difficult to see some of them again. We didn't often see eye to eye and some of us parted on poor terms.
[That doesn't mean he didn't love them. He trusts Wanda to read him well enough to hear that even if he doesn't say it.
He's been given very explicit instructions on how to mix these potions. Shaking is strictly forbidden. Instead, he tips them gently from side to side, watching the mix transition from a muddy amber into a clarified red.]
The Apocalypse was meant to bring about the end of one world, and the beginning of another. We were to receive Paradise. All I had to do was kill one of my brothers. Only now, I can't imagine what that Paradise would have looked like.
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All angels are kin, Wanda. I have thousands of brothers.
[Saying that he wouldn't be happy to see any of them—or any of them him—is painting with a very wide brush indeed. She had no way of knowing, but all the same. Is that really the impression he gives? It must be, or she wouldn't have voiced it.
Michael frowns as he considers it, dropping the last few ingredients into the bottles: a few animal parts, a slow drip of honey.
Death for angels is a more permanent state than it is for humans. Castiel and Lucifer are outliers, exceptions their Father made to add twists to his story. What if my family came back from the dead isn't an idea he's given thought any more than humans typically do. It just doesn't happen.
Then again, in Abraxas...]
There were only three I was ever close to. I admit it would be difficult to see some of them again. We didn't often see eye to eye and some of us parted on poor terms.
[That doesn't mean he didn't love them. He trusts Wanda to read him well enough to hear that even if he doesn't say it.
He's been given very explicit instructions on how to mix these potions. Shaking is strictly forbidden. Instead, he tips them gently from side to side, watching the mix transition from a muddy amber into a clarified red.]
The Apocalypse was meant to bring about the end of one world, and the beginning of another. We were to receive Paradise. All I had to do was kill one of my brothers. Only now, I can't imagine what that Paradise would have looked like.