Gabe laughed. He couldn't help it. He laughed and his chest clenched and it came out teary, understanding, and ironic. He'd seen Job. He'd seen every single wager his Master and brother had every undertaken in the course if history. He'd walked beside every single one of those Champions, and ached for them.
If he thought it would have helped Murphy, he might have even admitted who he was--what he was. But it wouldn't. It didn't make a difference, knowing there was something larger out there, when one's pain was all so fresh. Sometimes, it made things worse.
The Archangel squeezed Murphy a little tighter. "I could probably say something extremely philosophical and world-changing here, but what would be the point of it? I can't change what you've had to endure. And I can't say that there's a purpose behind it, even when there is. Because sometimes there isn't." He thought of Joby and his light, and the millions of people his acceptance of the wager had rescued from nuclear war. He thought of Lot and Lucifer's irrational hatred of the man, until he had sacrificed two of his own cities just to try and get rid of him.
"But I trust there's a reason," he said softly. "It's not always a very good or a very nice reason, but there's always a reason, and when there's reason there's potential for things to change. If you can just hold on for long enough. Or ask someone to help you hold on. There's nothing wrong with that, either."
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If he thought it would have helped Murphy, he might have even admitted who he was--what he was. But it wouldn't. It didn't make a difference, knowing there was something larger out there, when one's pain was all so fresh. Sometimes, it made things worse.
The Archangel squeezed Murphy a little tighter. "I could probably say something extremely philosophical and world-changing here, but what would be the point of it? I can't change what you've had to endure. And I can't say that there's a purpose behind it, even when there is. Because sometimes there isn't." He thought of Joby and his light, and the millions of people his acceptance of the wager had rescued from nuclear war. He thought of Lot and Lucifer's irrational hatred of the man, until he had sacrificed two of his own cities just to try and get rid of him.
"But I trust there's a reason," he said softly. "It's not always a very good or a very nice reason, but there's always a reason, and when there's reason there's potential for things to change. If you can just hold on for long enough. Or ask someone to help you hold on. There's nothing wrong with that, either."