"There are sides because you drew lines." His voice is equally sharp, though more heavy. His jaw tightened, his eyes flashed with anger. "You are dragging strife and fear into the Host and it won't stop at you and I - you are risking the entire Host for what?" But his hands didn't leave their place from behind his back. "A better life Castiel? Are you happy? Zachariah was, not that you granted him respect for the choices he made. Uriel you helped to kill. You only want the Host to make the choices you would - and if not, you fight."

And that, that was the wrong thing to say, entirely. "Yes it means something." It was the reason Raphael had been pushed over the edge he had. That leap he made, that was still ongoing. "I never thought I'd see the day God preferred a traitor to the most loyal." No matter what Castiel said, no matter what anyone said - God had betrayed Michael, and Raphael wasn't willing to forgive it.