"I don't know about God. I've never seen him." He sighs heavily. "But angels...are not forgiving. Not where disobedience is concerned. It's a capital offense, and sometimes you get tortured first."

He moves a step closer to her and slides his hand over her hair, not because he thinks she needs the reassurance, but because he does. "I was watching my family destroy itself one member at a time. Even if I could have gone back and lived, I wouldn't have. Not to that. Angels aren't nice, love. I wish we were."