Pestilence sat still. "I'm sorry, Angela," the horseman said quietly, his thoughts swirling around the fact that he and Uriel had been lost to eachother, too. He got up and sat next to Angela on the couch, wrapping and arm around her shoulders. "I know what its like to lose someone, too."

He pulled her close to him, rubbing his hands along the contours of her face. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Uriel's face he caressed. "May I kiss you, Angel?"