"Michael, Lucifer, myself, Gabriel. Fire, ice, air, water. We were each given a field, even if others are also talented with them." Michael also was better with heat than the rest, Raphael lightning - it was just a part of their field. "There are others, but those are special." Like Michael being The Viceroy, Lucifer being The Lightbringer, Raphael being The Healer, and Gabriel being The Justice - there had always been weight on the archangels far passed their places in The Host's hierarchy. They had all simply accepted it. It was part of what made Anna's and Metatron's (and others') abandonments chaff so badly - they didn't have any idea how heavy, how hard, it was to be an angel. And some of that weight, that tiredness, bleeds through his tone.

"You were on the ground, don't worry. I think I took a small tree out, I'll go back and check later." He wasn't too concerned at the moment. Things could be repaired, he was more concerned for his siblings first - and honest the people here. He'd deal with them soon.