"Uriel, help me."
"You are capable of helping yourself, Little Girl."
"What a great friend you are," says the girl.
"I was never your friend, only your guide."
"I guess you're right. But it was nice to think otherwise."
"Since when are you one for deception?"
"Since never. But sometimes a half-truth is nice."
"You know I cannot feel," says the angel.
"Yes you can. You have been taken from me because of it, and you have been rewritten."
"An angel is a blank page upon which humanity writes the story of itself."
"And God?"
"You know better than to ask of God. you have heard. And you have seen. God is the voice inside your head and the promise that is broken. Now, Little Girl, take in the world around you. Feel the wind on your skin, hear the music in your ears. If you are looking for a different God, you have found it in this. Content yourself with that, for there will be no love for you."
"There will. But only in one direction. Uriel, I know my place."
"Yes, Little Girl. You know your place and you fit perfectly in the space between my wings."
"Take me now, Seraph! What is there for me to make in the world?"
"Everything, Little Girl. You have hands to form a universe, to grasp what you desire. You have ground on which to walk and air to breathe and lungs to accept it. You have a heart that can feel and a mind that can collapse and construct Time and its absence. You have a cliff from which to jump."
"And you, Uriel?"
"I have Vision and the lack of everything that you possess."
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