[center][h2][color=FireBrick]The Journey's End-Wavering Faith[/color][/h2][/center]

Zarrath's hand tightened around the hilt of his katana, but before the Archangel could do something that would have Uriel laying into both of them, Wrath stepped forwards and turned to face his compatriots in service of the Council. [color=FireBrick]"Now that I know what these things are, can we all stop a moment and think. We're all here for the same thing and rather than all of us not going on a rant on who's boss is better, we could keep working together and not try murdering each other."[/color] He takes a deep breath and then continues, holding his orb towards the Angel commander Kushiel. [color=FireBrick]"Besides, I don't stand as a representative of the Council this day, but of Heaven. We have every bit as much right to be here as you do, and I won't see you chase the Army of Light off because of some imagined higher purpose."[/color]

And it was done, his stance on the Council, while not clearly stated, had been hinted at. It was up to his compatriots to decide what they made of it.