It never stops being a punch in the gut. That, combined with Michael, had been what had finally twisted Raphael away from any remaining loyalty to God.

"It's a good part of it." Things would only continue to get worse. "Children like that boy, his brother? I said, there are millions more like him. How many more do you think there will be? How many more worse? How many before him?" Too many. Far too many in Raphael's opinion. "And us? We've spilled enough of our Grace. Michael and I just wanted peace, paradise, for all of us."