Katiel followed Kari, still lost in thought. He was trying to piece together the events of the preceding day, and was having a hard time doing it... Kari was nephilim, but no angel had been so inclined to breed in the last six millennia or so. Which implied something particularly foul, which Katiel barely wished to consider... yet, to him, it seemed that was the most likely explanation. It was... not crippling. Though he found his former kin foul in the extreme and knew they were beyond redemption, the human element never ceased to surprise him in these situations. Kari would need to be watched, though. He did wonder why this information was not given to him, but he supposed that there had to be a reason, either for Kari's sake or his own. Nothing happened without a reason.

Soon, they reached the hospital.

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[b]"I will do so, of course, but I do not understand your reasoning, limited as I am."[/b] a voice assented passionately, the noise echoing with the booming power of a thousand simultaneous thunderclaps. The creature to whom the voice belonged was an immense thing of whirling motion and fire, as large as a star and several orders more glorious. Yet even this mighty thing was dwarfed in majesty by the shrouded figure standing miles below.

[b]"They'll soon need the help, and I have ordained no other angels for this task. They may not be Seraphim, but my blessing will seek them nonetheless. Katiel is a rightfully distrustful soul, and he would never accept it on the word of an equal lest they be lying to him. You know the boy: tell him I wish him well, and give him the bowl."[/b] the still, small voice said. With each word, reality pulsed. When this figure spoke, nature groaned, the very atoms of the air longing for fulfilment in those precious breaths. [b]"More importantly, tell Kari I love her. It may not mean much to her now, but I wish her to hear those words."[/b]

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Katiel held the door of the hospital open for Kari. He was unsure of quite how visitation in such places worked, the rules being so inconsistent from country to country and hospital to hospital. Yet he stood dutifully by, always scanning his surroundings for trouble. He hadn't the time to scope this place out - it was vulnerable. Anyone of these helpers could be in disguise.