Gabriel's distress is due to his physical condition just as much as his emotional upset. The hand that is clutching his begins to glow the faintest blue -- not enough to heal, but enough to calm and comfort. Aziraphael takes a deep breath and attempts to explain again. "Raguel was one of the angelic host, was the Vengeance, yes. But-- but he Fell. He is no longer under the command of Heaven."
He swallows thickly, that sick, sticky guilty feeling welling up inside him again. "He and Crowley are coworkers of a sort, now."
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Date: 2007-08-13 02:14 am (UTC)He swallows thickly, that sick, sticky guilty feeling welling up inside him again. "He and Crowley are coworkers of a sort, now."