Zero's glances at Gabe didn't go unnoticed. The Archangel's room-mate had spent so long not looking at him that just the feel of his gaze was enough make Gabe's back prickle. He didn't look back immediately, though. He was sitting up on his bed, back against the wall. The rosary Skulduggery had made moved through his fingers as easily as water, but the Archangel didn't speak aloud and the motion had the mannerism of something idly comforting more than something reverent or desperate.

He was praying, though. Eyes closed, ever fibre of his being and his mind reached out for his Lord and Master, telling him everything that had happened. Everything of which he was afraid. He didn't like being afraid.

Even if Lucifer was able to catch those prayers now that Gabe was human, it didn't matter. Gabe needed it too much.

He finished his mental chat before opening his eyes to look at Zero. "I'm going to help you," he said simply. "Wherever you're headed. Although it would be nice if I could replace my torch."