Abaddon's smile faded as he cast his eyes downward, breathing a quiet sigh. He had held some hope that the angel would know what to do; the revelation that she didn't shouldn't have disappointed him as much as it did.

He turned from her and shrugged off his jacket, allowing it to drop to the ground carelessly. The cool air helped him to concentrate, sharpening his senses. "I don't know, Camael. But someone must."