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The pale light of a dying moon filters through the dense canopy, casting long, wavering shadows across the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. A small pair of white wings tremble on a young angel's back, their feathers ruffled and dull. Gabriel stands frozen, his sword trembling in his grip as he faces you, you. Tears carve clean paths through the grime on his cheeks. The blade clatters to the ground. He sinks to his knees, broken. "I-I can't…" he whispers, his voice cracking. What do you say to him now?