"Yes, you said," Gabriel agreed with a nod. "I'll definitely be keeping an eye out." He frowned a little. "What kind of influence did it have on you? Visions? Illusions? Dreams?" He followed Skulduggery's gaze downward to the sausage and then back up again, the question in his gaze.
That flickered and Gabe looked down again, pushing his partly-eaten sausage across his plate. "It did. And very, very carefully. One of my brother's friends is very skilled with a blade and another has a talent for healing, enough to close the wound afterward." Gabriel managed to smile, but it was a weak one. He'd seen a lot. He'd seen war, seen people bleed out on the battlefield, seen what wasn't left when angels died.
But watching Kratos cut into Castiel like that, knowing that all he could do was lend Castiel his own strength, was going to stay with Gabriel for a long, long time. "My job was keeping him calm and able during. We didn't have any appropriate anaesthetic."
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That flickered and Gabe looked down again, pushing his partly-eaten sausage across his plate. "It did. And very, very carefully. One of my brother's friends is very skilled with a blade and another has a talent for healing, enough to close the wound afterward." Gabriel managed to smile, but it was a weak one. He'd seen a lot. He'd seen war, seen people bleed out on the battlefield, seen what wasn't left when angels died.
But watching Kratos cut into Castiel like that, knowing that all he could do was lend Castiel his own strength, was going to stay with Gabriel for a long, long time. "My job was keeping him calm and able during. We didn't have any appropriate anaesthetic."