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Mortal families, perhaps. I do not hold out much hope for a full reconciliation with all my brothers.

I didn't take angels into consideration. I... will definitely do that, next time.

How many brothers d'you have?

If I said a million, you would never be able to picture how many that really is. And the number is greater.

Let me simply state that we are as numerous as the stars in the sky.

[Silent. Wow. Mindblown.]

Christmas get-togethers must be... loud.

[Oh, it gets worse.]

Now imagine hearing their voices--the ones who are still angels--in your head constantly. Talking, singing His praises, and going about their work.

[Sounds like, well. Hell, he thinks, but doesn't want to say in front of an angel.]

I'm imagining.

And a bit curious. What kind of work, Sariel?

My own work is as a Guardian and a liason to a small group of individuals who live in this area. More generally, I am an archangel, and responsible to aid in anything in this area that requires my assistance.

Like hugging crying men in linen closets.

It wasn't necessary, but it was appreciated. Thank you. [At least he didn't directly apologise, this time?] Sounds like a heck of a job.

He trusts me with it, so I must be able.

What has you so thougtful about families today, Jude?

Looking at mine. Small, and different and it came out of the ruins of... nah, too strong a word. Clutches of a couple others. So.

Different? Exotic. Beautiful.

I'm not sure about exotic, but someone else unrelated used that third word, too, um. Yeah.

Have you watched us?

So... like, you know why I was crying.