"If you blink twice, Little Girl, I'll take you home."
"I don't have a home, Uriel. You know this."
"Remember the circle that houses God. It is a part of you. You made it visible."
"God has nothing to do with this. God is in the details and the obvious. I become myself all over again. But God is there and it is not there. This is Human, not Divine."
"You are giving up again."
"No. There is nothing to give up on. I have always been hopeless case. I just tricked myself into thinking otherwise. Truth hurts."
"There are many Truths. You choose yours."
"Many Truths combine into one. I know the end result. I am like you. Scattered in the Living. Held in stasis. Immovable."
"You are not cursed with Holy."
"But I am cursed. And I poison everyone around me. I bring about the worst."
The angel is silent.
"Why am I alive and they aren't? Why am I always too late by just one second? And why am I unlovable? Why am I always just below the line? Why is my everything never enough?"
"You are more than that for us."
"You aren't Human!" the Little Girl screams. "You aren't Human!"
"And that negates our import?"
The girl is silent.
"Whatever we may be, we are sentient. However nascent our ability to feel, the ability is there. We are neither above nor below you, Little Girl. We are of the same making. We are different peaks of the same range of mountains, gazing upon the same horizon. The view is the same. We may never reach each other in this world or the next. You will Scatter and I will remain. Imagine Eternity knowing you once had the love of your life and that the Scattering steals it all, makes moments into lies."
"A lifetime for a Human is as Eternity to you. My moments are shorter but just as agonizing when they end. Or when don't end, if the moment is horrible."
"Both of us live, though the life is of a different weave. You can never touch me. Although you are separate from yourself, you still hang by the threads of your flesh. A stroke of my finger upon your mind can never quite reach the feeling of another human touching your hand. But this does not make my actions irrelevant. It merely makes us unreachable in the most significant of ways to one another."
"Did I choose to be born, Uriel? Or was it a consignment?"
"The Point chooses, and thus we choose ourselves."
"Where is home, angel?"
"Where you are, Little Girl. It has nothing to do with geography."
"I know."
"You are beautiful. Whether the mirror says so or not."
"To you."
"I've never seen your face, Little Girl. Your beauty goes far beyond what you see."
"And I've never seen yours."
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"You? An angel? You can't be anything but."
"Then you break it down to simplicity. Listen to your own words and know from whence they come. Beauty is never bought in our lives. It is only apparent and true. Love at first sight is the only true kind."
"You are too Human, Uriel."
"And if I'd been a Man, I would have missed you. My Life would have never crossed yours. And to be Scattered is what I envy of your future, to be one with you and everyone else. But it is not enough. Now I know you, the individual. And I cherish this moment that I ripped from the ocean of forever, and I fight for it, because we have no choice but to give it back."