[b]Gabriel[/b]
[@Lugubrious]
Gabriel stood on the outskirts, as he so often did, listening as the Commander spoke, feeling resentful, and angry. He had never got such a welcome, and even now, they seemed more willing to accept someone who could be very dangerous then they ever had him. It, like so much, made him wonder what was wrong with him, why no one had ever seemed to want to be with him, other then Michael. He turned away as everyone returned to the festivities, feeling like he was intruding. 

He knew he could be excessive at times, but when no one seemed to notice him, he felt like he had to be, to even get a second of attention. He tried, he did, but everything he did seemed to just made things worse. He still didn't think he was wrong, he hadn't wanted anyone to get hurt today, and was that such a bad thing? He wanted to be able to stop suffering, not be apart of the reason it occurred. 

He tried, he tried so hard, but there was a point where trying just seemed pointless, where trying just got him hurt, where trying just wasn't good enough. Feeling sorry for himself, Gabriel was seriously contemplating just crawling into his tent and away from everyone, where his presence wouldn't interfere with the festivities, as someone approached him. 

[color=8dc73f]"I..no...I don't know how to dance"[/color] He admitted softly, his tone sad even as he struggled to hide it, [color=8dc73f]"And I'd probably just get in the way, anyhow."[/color] He didn't want to be the cause of anymore trouble, [color=8dc73f]"I don't want to hurt anyone in an attempt to dance, Ma'am. I was never taught how, and haven't really had the chance to learn"[/color] He didn't need another excuse for people to hate him. 

He supposed he could have just lied and accepted the invitation, but he was terrified he might cause something else to go horrible wrong if he attempted to dance, or even attempted to be involved. And lying would get him no where anyway, if he attempted to dance it would be quite clear that he had no idea what he was doing.