"So, Little Girl, you believe someone for once. Let us hope that the world does not get in your way. for you well know that the tide moves anything as it wishes, despite every good intention."
"You know the problem with you, Uriel?" asks the girl. "You can never stop talking. One day it's this, one day it's that. I well know the way the world works, my dear. And unlike you, I can feel it. I believe I exercise as much caution as is possible. But as you so expertly had to point out, there is nothing we can do about some things."
"Might I suggest taking a wait-and-see approach?"
The Little Girl rolls her eyes. How absurd can an angel get?
"Quite," the Seraph comments, for no thought can be hidden from it.
The girl sighs in resignation. "One thing you may have noticed," she says, " is that despite our infinite stupidity, despite our depths of sorrow and heights of joy -- we are strong. We can handle what is thrown at us., we miserable, mortal human beings."
"Indeed you can," agrees the angel.
"How do I even have time for you? You've done a great job with me. I am fully immersed in real-world problems...otherwise known as bullshit. Aren't you proud?"
"If an angel could be proud..."
"Yeah, yeah. If you could be anything but incapable," says the girl.
"My apologies."
"No need. I am used to you."
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