For quite some time Michael simply stared at Raphael, trying to process everything he'd just heard. While Raphael was speaking he'd been unable to get a single word from his mouth, too shocked to say anything. Now he went over everything the other had said, slowly coming to realize just what it all meant.
Even though he'd been told that he had been deceived, manipulated, his mind did not dwell on this betrayal. The main thought in his mind was, 'Raphael does not love me.'
It hurt. It hurt more than any demonic weapon ever could have. And the betrayal hurt too; it all tore at his heart, chopping it into small pieces with no mercy.
This last month he'd been happier than ever before in his existence. Well, at first he had been. Then, however, that happiness had been invaded by worry and fear, not for himself but for his beloved. Now it all came crashing down on him. Raphael didn't love him.
Only after this did he think about the way he had been betrayed, the way Raphael had played with him and his emotions, used him. It felt horrible -- to be betrayed that way by the one being he had trusted most! And for such a reason, too.
"You didn't have to do that," he said quietly, not looking at the healer. His heart ached too much for him to do so. "There was no need to mislead me in order to have me protect you, Raphael. You'd told me you'd never love me, and I still would have died for you."
After a moment of silence, he whispered again, "There was no need... I loved you too much anyway."
And, as much as it pained him, he realized he still loved Raphael. He didn't want to, not after the pain of the betrayal, but he did.
He was about to say something else, too, but suddenly he froze, staring at something his eyes had caught on the sky. It was a manshaped being with wings, flying towards them.
Even before it got near enough for him to see any details he knew that it was Uriel.
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:11 am (UTC)Even though he'd been told that he had been deceived, manipulated, his mind did not dwell on this betrayal. The main thought in his mind was, 'Raphael does not love me.'
It hurt. It hurt more than any demonic weapon ever could have. And the betrayal hurt too; it all tore at his heart, chopping it into small pieces with no mercy.
This last month he'd been happier than ever before in his existence. Well, at first he had been. Then, however, that happiness had been invaded by worry and fear, not for himself but for his beloved. Now it all came crashing down on him. Raphael didn't love him.
Only after this did he think about the way he had been betrayed, the way Raphael had played with him and his emotions, used him. It felt horrible -- to be betrayed that way by the one being he had trusted most! And for such a reason, too.
"You didn't have to do that," he said quietly, not looking at the healer. His heart ached too much for him to do so. "There was no need to mislead me in order to have me protect you, Raphael. You'd told me you'd never love me, and I still would have died for you."
After a moment of silence, he whispered again, "There was no need... I loved you too much anyway."
And, as much as it pained him, he realized he still loved Raphael. He didn't want to, not after the pain of the betrayal, but he did.
He was about to say something else, too, but suddenly he froze, staring at something his eyes had caught on the sky. It was a manshaped being with wings, flying towards them.
Even before it got near enough for him to see any details he knew that it was Uriel.