Abaddon shifted uncomfortably as Camael moved away from him; he almost reached out and grasped her hand, drawing her back to him and having her protect him. What was he supposed to say? What could he say? It had been so long since he was even in His presence. The last time he heard His voice, it was damning. 

He glanced up, half expecting to see Him there. Where could he even begin? An apology? Mere words couldn't be sufficient. Abaddon looked towards the angel, pleadingly.