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[delightme]

Alexander Wilton has opened communication!

[This call was actually supposed to be only for Gabriel, but since he's really drunk, it's going out to everyone. His voice is a little slurred, although it's still mostly intelligible.]

Do you remember flying? I think...I think that's why we fall. Flying--. Flying was our little peephole into freedom, you know. I bet Father did that on purpose. He always...always had a poor sense of humor.

[Silence.]

I flew. I think. It felt like it, anyway. Maybe I'm imagining it. I can't seeeee my wings. Of course not. I just... I wake up these days wondering why the hell I do.

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[delightme]

[Well, THAT was odd. How could they possibly have fabricated pictures of his brothers and sisters who technically didn't have human bodies. Or faces.] How? We're the only ones here.

[trickntreats]

[Gabriel throws up his hands.]

How should I know? Some of them are pretty obviously their meatsuits, but not all of us took vessels.

[He could still, eventually, tell who was who just by how they acted through a series of photographs. After a moment's hesitation he opened the wardrobe and felt for the hidden compartment, withdrawing the beautifully-made book and putting it on the counter. Not that he's going to blame Balthazar if he didn't want to look, but this was apparently a night for sharing.

[He's just going to avoid looking at that very first picture, himself. The one of the archangels and their Father.]