“Everyone’s affections. They all love me, all the angels of Father, Gabriel, and Michael. Everyone adores me — but what about you, Uriel? You’re not pleasant to be around. The only reason anyone will even look at you is that silly little title you’re obsessed with. You live alone, don’t you? You don’t talk with anybody, and I certainly don’t see anyone ever making an effort to speak to you. All this love in Heaven, and you get none of it, because you’re so deeply unlikable that no one will even bother to be your friend.” His voice had taken on a musically taunting ring. “Poor little brother —
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