Though his brother wasn't listening, though he likely couldn't hear, Michael couldn't help but let out a cry of mourning as Gabriel leapt at him. This was not him, was it? Not truly. He could not have become something this primal and mindless. Not Gabriel.
He had no choice but to retaliate, in the desperate hope that his brother would draw on his power and come back to himself. Coming to a stop, sandalled feet skidding on the slope, he rebuffed Gabriel's attack easily, without true touch, and with a silent apology he intensified the light of his Grace. With every dagger of light he let a memory flit through, slipping into Gabriel's space and, with luck, into his mind - everything from the creation of humanity to the beauty of Taubolt to the joy of a warm pastry at the side of their Master.
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Though his brother wasn't listening, though he likely couldn't hear, Michael couldn't help but let out a cry of mourning as Gabriel leapt at him. This was not him, was it? Not truly. He could not have become something this primal and mindless. Not Gabriel.
He had no choice but to retaliate, in the desperate hope that his brother would draw on his power and come back to himself. Coming to a stop, sandalled feet skidding on the slope, he rebuffed Gabriel's attack easily, without true touch, and with a silent apology he intensified the light of his Grace. With every dagger of light he let a memory flit through, slipping into Gabriel's space and, with luck, into his mind - everything from the creation of humanity to the beauty of Taubolt to the joy of a warm pastry at the side of their Master.
Remember, Gabriel. You cannot be damned.