Of course, it's a scene he's witnessed before, one he remembers well. A hard one to forget, honestly, even if it's one you'd like to. This time it's different though, and he doesn't understand why at first, something just feels... Not off, just different. It's surreal enough that he knows this isn't reality, it's a dream, but that's not the strange part. It isn't until he realizes that what he's feeling is the only thing that's different that he catches on - this isn't his dream. What he's feeling, the fright, the anger, it's not his, nothing like what he was feeling when watching Lucifer being cast out; the fear, that had been there, but this is stronger, it's overwhelming, and it holds him frozen in place.
It isn't too hard, now that he's realized that the feelings coursing through him aren't his, to separate them from his own. They're still there, but he can take a few moments to focus on them, and once he's got an idea of where his end and these ones begin, it becomes important to him to figure out who they belong to. He'd known this event had been hard on most, but he hadn't realized that there was anyone who'd felt like this. Though, as he looks around, he can't find anyone who appears to be the source. At least, until his gaze falls on Raphael. The archangel doesn't appear to be showing all of the intense emotions, but they seem to be emanating from him, and as Samandriel moves closer, they only seem to get stronger.
He comes to a silent halt next to his brother, almost wary, and suddenly uncertain of what to do. He'd approached with no plan, but even those that might have been beginning to form slip from his mind as he stares quietly at Raphael, then over to where Michael has just thrown Lucifer. Everything is tense, and now the silence seems to ring in his ears until finally he looks back to Raphael, hesitant, but knowing that he has to say something. He can't just stand there. "I never realized how hard this was for you," he murmurs finally, eyebrows drawing together with worry as he watches his brother's face closely, trying to determine if he's all right. An apology almost slips from his lips, but thinking about it, it...doesn't feel appropriate. "I suppose I always forget how close the four of you once were..."
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Of course, it's a scene he's witnessed before, one he remembers well. A hard one to forget, honestly, even if it's one you'd like to. This time it's different though, and he doesn't understand why at first, something just feels... Not off, just different. It's surreal enough that he knows this isn't reality, it's a dream, but that's not the strange part. It isn't until he realizes that what he's feeling is the only thing that's different that he catches on - this isn't his dream. What he's feeling, the fright, the anger, it's not his, nothing like what he was feeling when watching Lucifer being cast out; the fear, that had been there, but this is stronger, it's overwhelming, and it holds him frozen in place.
It isn't too hard, now that he's realized that the feelings coursing through him aren't his, to separate them from his own. They're still there, but he can take a few moments to focus on them, and once he's got an idea of where his end and these ones begin, it becomes important to him to figure out who they belong to. He'd known this event had been hard on most, but he hadn't realized that there was anyone who'd felt like this. Though, as he looks around, he can't find anyone who appears to be the source. At least, until his gaze falls on Raphael. The archangel doesn't appear to be showing all of the intense emotions, but they seem to be emanating from him, and as Samandriel moves closer, they only seem to get stronger.
He comes to a silent halt next to his brother, almost wary, and suddenly uncertain of what to do. He'd approached with no plan, but even those that might have been beginning to form slip from his mind as he stares quietly at Raphael, then over to where Michael has just thrown Lucifer. Everything is tense, and now the silence seems to ring in his ears until finally he looks back to Raphael, hesitant, but knowing that he has to say something. He can't just stand there.
"I never realized how hard this was for you," he murmurs finally, eyebrows drawing together with worry as he watches his brother's face closely, trying to determine if he's all right. An apology almost slips from his lips, but thinking about it, it...doesn't feel appropriate. "I suppose I always forget how close the four of you once were..."