Varia sat down in the church and couldn't stop thinking about the child who disappeared. Was it real or just an illusion? And what the demon said to her was bizarre. She had a feeling it wasnt the last she would see of them.

"Michael has changed." She softly speaks over her cup of tea. The steam rising, the warmth hitting her soft rosy cheeks. 

"He is blurring the lines between a Fallen and an Angel who simply disagrees with him now." She reminisced. "He used to be so worldly. Graceful." She looks over to Gabriel, but only glanced, as she couldn't look him in the eye. "I think your leaving affected him the most..."