[William, don't you know that once an angel pops, it can't stop?]
Being a fast-talker better be in your job description. I can't stop you, but for the record, I think it's a bad idea. That's coming from someone who's done some stupid things in front of angels and regretted it.
But if you got sucked up here, other people you know could, too. Random people show up all the time.
[He does. It's just down to making sure Michael doesn't pop.]
I talk for a living, I should be fine or I am in the wrong job. Besides, I'm only asking for information that Michael has already given to the Senate in some shape or form.
If it is that random, I cannot sit & just hope for the best. Michael isn't violently inclined towards humanity, so this will work out, you'll see. I might not get an answer, but I also won't be attacked for it.
If you had a world-wide war, why don't you already know?
[Adam thinks it's a fair question. Ignoring whether or not Michael could ever be trusted, if the entire world knows about the existence of angels, why isn't knowing how to deal with ones like Michael public knowledge?
William's made himself sound like he's a pretty big deal in this surviving city of his; Adam doesn't get how he can't know, or why anyone would ever bother keeping it a secret if not for a stupid reason.]
Can't talk you out of it. Good luck with that. The Michael I know isn't the sharing and caring type.
[Really, he means it. He doesn't want anyone suffering at the hands of angels, even a guy who makes it sound like he knows what he's doing.]
It isn't my job to know. My father may be part of the Senate, but he doesn't share everything. That & archangels don't have the same physiology as the normal ones. What kills the lesser ones just does not work on Gabriel or Michael.
Thanks, I'll let you know if he decides to share anything with me.
[Adam would have thought knowing how to fight back was kind of need-to-know, not an optional life lesson. It hadn't always been so. Back before, Adam hadn't known there were even monsters under the bed people needed to protect themselves from, but these days he can't imagine having a literal army of angels breathing down his neck without wanting to know how best to nail it where it hurts.
You'd be looking over your shoulder every day, wouldn't you? Thinking about them? Worrying about them?
Maybe his anger talking. God knows Hell's left him with enough of it. Wanting to survive monsters and making them hurt while he does is like a lingering vestige of the pit, marking his soul with something dark and putrid.]
Knowing how they tick would help if they ever go on a rampage, but I wasn't trying to make you a monster detective. Just take care of yourself first.
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Being a fast-talker better be in your job description. I can't stop you, but for the record, I think it's a bad idea. That's coming from someone who's done some stupid things in front of angels and regretted it.
But if you got sucked up here, other people you know could, too. Random people show up all the time.
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I talk for a living, I should be fine or I am in the wrong job. Besides, I'm only asking for information that Michael has already given to the Senate in some shape or form.
If it is that random, I cannot sit & just hope for the best. Michael isn't violently inclined towards humanity, so this will work out, you'll see. I might not get an answer, but I also won't be attacked for it.
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[Adam thinks it's a fair question. Ignoring whether or not Michael could ever be trusted, if the entire world knows about the existence of angels, why isn't knowing how to deal with ones like Michael public knowledge?
William's made himself sound like he's a pretty big deal in this surviving city of his; Adam doesn't get how he can't know, or why anyone would ever bother keeping it a secret if not for a stupid reason.]
Can't talk you out of it. Good luck with that. The Michael I know isn't the sharing and caring type.
[Really, he means it. He doesn't want anyone suffering at the hands of angels, even a guy who makes it sound like he knows what he's doing.]
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Thanks, I'll let you know if he decides to share anything with me.
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You'd be looking over your shoulder every day, wouldn't you? Thinking about them? Worrying about them?
Maybe his anger talking. God knows Hell's left him with enough of it. Wanting to survive monsters and making them hurt while he does is like a lingering vestige of the pit, marking his soul with something dark and putrid.]
Knowing how they tick would help if they ever go on a rampage, but I wasn't trying to make you a monster detective. Just take care of yourself first.