“Michael, open your eyes. See for yourself how He has caused us only pain. All those years I was silent, did your heart not ache for me? You saw me cry, you held me, you heard all the angels say Father was good even as He hurt me, hurt me—” Breaths were spluttering out of his mouth as bile. “I can’t do it anymore, not again—” His hands fell, onto Michael’s shoulders, gripping tight to keep steady, to keep the other captive. “I want Him gone.”
