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Chocolate. In all shapes and forms.

Too sweet, Uri. It makes my teeth feel a little hollow and it's not a feeling I enjoy.

I like sweet. [Indignance, hear it? He's had a crappy month.] And peppermint. They go exceptionally well together.

Here. [Gives him a 375g solid peppermint chocolate frog (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH5i34OLvnA/Th0AIcExltI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EOceulCO4N0/s1600/wHaigh-frog.jpg).]

[Uriel takes it with a raised brow, looking at his brother curiously.]

A...chocolate...frog?

It's not a real frog, silly, it's shaped like one. Try it, it's good.

I know it's not a real frog, Tzadkiel. I'm not an idiot.

I know you're not, but some folk seriously think a chocolate frog is a live frog dipped in chocolate. Just eat the damn thing. It's two things you like, chocolate and peppermint.

I will. Later. And I wouldn't put it past you to do just that, either.

Please, do I look like Israfel or Tabbris? Punk rock Tabbris, I hasten to add, as there seems to be some confusion about doubles and triples.

How's your wings?

[A sour grunt.]

They hurt.

See Raph for a potion or something?

Now you sound like Michael. No thank you.

Then they'll take twice as long to heal, man. Are you aiming for martyr of the year this year?

Shut up, Tzadkiel.

You came to talk to me, so this is all on you, man. Don't like what I say, then piss off. Easy.

My, aren't we jolly and cheerful these days.

Uriel. Look in the damn mirror. You're not exactly the Archangel of the Happy Presence, you know.

And I'm sure you could write a dissertation about it, too.

[Pinches the bridge of his nose] Was there something in particular you wanted to argue about today, or were you just aiming to make it up as you went along? Because you're pissier than a cold turkey drug addict.

[Uriel doesn't answer for a long minute, then he inhales a deeeeeep breath, holds it... then...]

...it's...not...fair, Tzadkiel! [Every light bulb in the building suddenly flashed to life, then burst in showers of blazing halogen and neon.]

Have we not served implicitly? Have we not obeyed without question? Have we not sacrificed enough? [Thunder crashed overhead, the skies blackening suddenly.]

And they are granted repentance without consequence?! WHY?! [Uriel began pacing, back and forth as he was unable to stop the flood of fury scalding from his tongue. This, all of this; he couldn't give voice to his captain, but he was unable to contain it further.]

Tzadkiel. I do not question Father. I do as I am bid. I have watched my brethren die by the score. I am forced to stand by as he torments our Captain, my hand is stayed from striking down those who mock the Word, turn its meaning to their own desire.

AND FOR WHAT?

[Hums for a moment.] No, it's not fair. Nothing's fair. That's life. We roll with the punches and take what comes at us. A lot of it's crap. A lot of it's not. But it's never fair for someone.

Lucifer's a dick, we all know that, even Michael, though he won't admit it. Michael's made to see the good in everything; you and I and Gabriel aren't. Michael grieves, we pick up the pieces. We have to, because Michael's tears could drown this entire damn planet if we let him weep for long enough. That's not fair either. But it's life.

It's not fair that humans exploit each other for greed. It's not fair that ancient wildernesses on his beautiful planet are destroyed for greed. It's not fair that I stubbed my toe this morning while chasing the damn cat. But it's life.

And life, fair or not, life is fucking beautiful, Uriel. We just gotta remind ourselves of the beauty when the unfairness and the blackness looks to be too overwhelming.

So, I think you need to take a day in the Stone Forest in Madagascar. Peace, ancient landscape untouched since Father made it, the touch of Grace, and it's cool weather there. It'll do your soul some good.

[The look Uriel shot over his shoulder could have set a demon on fire.] To the abyss with your cat.

[He stopped by the window, gazing out into the darkness, still glowering, still seething.]

Maybe we should simply Fall and get it over with. Since it's so easy to wiggle the way back into Grace. [He turned from the glass before his anger shattered it and shook his head.] I'm going back to Tibet. The ice and snow there helps keep the edge off. Otherwise, I forget to look where I aim my blade.

You're a damn Archangel, not a regular angel. You're held to higher standards. [Biting] Or have you decided now it's all too hard and too unfair and you're a big girl's blouse, so you'll just drop down to Hell and take up a life of fire and brimstone? [Shakes his head] Get over it, Uriel. Shit happens. Deal and move on. And remember what you are next time you wanna be a big child about fairness.

[The broken wings were probably the only thing that kept Uriel from launching across the room for his brother's throat. Mainly because deep down, he knew Tzadkiel was right. But, still, it was so hard to do as they did, to be what they were; to watch for eons as mankind struggled and fought, only to be beaten down over and over.

Normally stoic and expressionless, Uriel's countenance writhed with his seething emotions, but eventually the storm crested and the tension slowly, slowly ebbed from his shoulders and he narrowed his eyes at his brother.]

...you know? I really want to break your teeth some days, Tzadkiel. Just...because.

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