August 19, 2012

"Shh, Little Girl," says the angel. "I will cover you now."

"Yes, please," the girl relents. "Please cover me for a long time."

"Always."

"I give up again."

"You never came out of it."

"Must you remind me?"

The angel laughs. "I have never reminded you. I merely open your eyes to the moment in which you have always been. Your fate met you at the beginning. Try to avert your eyes and it stabs you in the back. Best to face it willingly. Nothing will change you."

"You are not being very helpful, dear."

"I am not meant to be helpful. I am only an arrow pointing the way."

"And an arrow isn't helpful?"

"It is not an arrow on a spear."

"Maybe that would be better."

"You are not ready to come with us yet and so, we do not carry a spear for you."

"Oh, yes, you do. You just don't throw it. I know you never miss. How could you? When everything is destined from the Point?"

"Does it hurt?" asks the angel.

"Does what hurt?"

"You. Now."

"Everything hurts. Would you like some? Take it!"

"As you know, if I could feel, I would take it all from you. Or share it. But I am incapable."

"Of course. Of course you are incapable. Like I am incapable of saying anything to a human being and having it understood."

"It will be one, day Little Girl."

"By people? Or by you?"

"Yes."

"Nice answer," says the girl. "Avoiding. As usual."

"What did you expect?"

"Nothing. I expect nothing. You've trained me well."

"You have only trained yourself. As you know, we could be nothing more than a whisper you cannot hear, if you so wished it."

"I have always found sanity in the madness that is you, Uriel. Don't ask me how. But it is true. I would rather be mad with you than without you. Because my own race sells me short. Or I sell them short. Or whatever it is. How should I know?"

"You know, Little Girl. Like you know that we cover you."

"Let me deal with this alone."

"You have never dealt with anything else wise."