"Not usually, actually," Gabriel said slowly, giving Skulduggery a strange, worried look. "All things end, of course, because all things must, but if my Lord does have an specific end planned for humanity, He hasn't told me what it is and it hasn't been my place to ask."

Though now he thinks about it, the Creator would likely answer if he did. "But," the Archangel added a bit hesitantly, just because he wasn't used to professing his own conclusions about his Master's thoughts, "to be very honest, I wouldn't be surprised if He doesn't have anything planned." Gabriel smiled. "He loves you all too much, you see. Not just having you in His Home, but being able to watch and act with you in His Creation. I've--there's only once when I wondered if He was in any rush to end it all, and I was proven wrong. Given the circumstances of that time, I imagine He's content to have Creation continue on for as long as it would."

For everyone to enjoy, not just Him. Gabriel bit his lip, surveying Skulduggery again. The heat in the detective's voice hadn't been lost on him. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you. If you'd rather, we can stop talking about it."