Tears such as angels weep.*
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At This Rate You Will Finish On - November 23, 2012
IMMA DIE
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* John Milton
At This Rate You Will Finish On - November 23, 2012
IMMA DIE
“Sachael is not taking it well.”
Chip stared at Icarus, slowly coming to grips which the magnitude of what he had done, him and Crowley and Dean, out there under the rain and the brilliant blinding light. “There’s more out there, right? More angels trapped in human bodies, like what happened to you the first time the gates closed, when you fell.” A thought occurred to him. Gingerly, he put a hand to Sachael’s shoulder. When he got no reaction, he pulled her forwards, slowly. She bent forward softly under his hand, back still straight, hands still pressed to her legs. Chip slipped his hand between her back and the wall, feeling between her shoulder blades for the twin deep gashes he knew he would find.
At his touch, fingers probing where wings had once been, Sachael began to weep.
* John Milton
