[ It's been so long since she's had much to do with any of her own kind, literally thousands of years stationed on Earth, but they're still family. Despite it all, she can't shake that feeling of familiarity, and it's an odd kind of comfort as the much more impressive wings stretch out behind her.

Her single pair are far less dramatic, a much smaller span extended behind her. The dark grey feathers give a small flutter as Raphael's extend out beyond hers, and the small brush of contact feels foreign to her. It's been such a long time since she's had them out, since there's been any contact to her wings, and it sends a small shiver down her spine. ]

So special that He gave it to us to protect.

[ She has no such qualms about her resentment of the Father. Her words are far more bitter, a sharp edge to them that almost portray anger. ]

So special that he leaves it for us to take charge of, and never once steps in to prevent the pain and suffering of the humans.