Date: 2019-10-23 11:16 pm (UTC)
salutosinedelectat: Sad, upset, nervous, scared (Well this sucks.)
The hand resting against his chest is subtly fidgety, certainly the more he thinks about it all.

"You do have a point." A beat. "But we all know that interpretations of Her Plan may...vary." Not an easy thing to say out loud, still.

"The moment the Great Plan was adverted, the systems that were in place ever since this all began suddenly became dust in the wind." He remembers the moment he finally had to face the Plan, and he remembers it clearly. Metatron looking down at him with indifference. And he had six thousand years to know the Earth and it's inhabitants - even he can't imagine what those that didn't have the exposure he did felt the moment everything was pulled out from under them.

Which, you know, doesn't really make up for the fact that they're trying to murder them. Again. Repeatedly. It just makes things more complicated.

"Who knows what they may come up with next."

For as much as he appreciates not being tethered to Heaven as he once was, he can't afford himself the blind certainty he had then, the certainty that everything was right and everything would be okay. And he's trying very hard not to focus on that void.
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