Varia lets the Archangel patch her upp without saying much. She remained quiet and confused. She tried so hard to remember. 

"V." She softly spoke. That was all she knew and when she looked back at him, something in his eyes made her blush and she had to turn away. He was like no other angel she'd met before. They were cruel, intense, angry or devoid of all emotion. Gabriel was not.

"Reya." Another syllable came into her mind. "No that's not it either." She held her dainty fingers to her forehead in pain and frustration. "Argh why cant I remember!?" A memory of Azazel came into her mind that shocked her backward in fear.

She saw Azazel's angry face and his many swords coming at her. Her eyes wide as she held herself tightly, protectively. All her life, they had fought. All because she did not love him back. How could she? He thrived on war. She could not bear to see him tear down other Angels in a cruel way. Azazel's obsession with the songstress caused her much grief and sorrow. But for now she didnt remember much of that life. Always being sad.