It was not sad. It was never sad. [He has to protest, really.] We sang. Raphael better than any of us. And Michael was not so wounded by betrayal. All we wanted was to remain in God's Presence...

[He still misses it, and he knows he always will. He shakes his head. It's gone now, like his wing. He is no longer that angel. He will never stand that close to the throne again. And God has never answered his prayers. It is all right. He has found another precious treasure, hasn't he?]

I like Master Kaz, I believe. But I fear I disappointed him.