Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

Okay! After four months of being back in the old apocalyptic grind, a few days of being "Uncle Feathers from Australia" was so not what I expected the Barge to throw at me, but... Whatever. At this point, I'm just going with it.

Annnd did someone pull a Moses or something and forget to tell half the Barge? This mass exodus thing is starting to look Biblical. If Charlton Heston shows up with the Ten Commandments, my ass is outta here. You can find another angel who actually wants to relive their Old Testament youth.

...By the way, has anyone seen Az around lately?

[Private to Tony]

So Bela and I called truce. Place your bets on how long that lasts. Also, I'm borrowing your couch.

[OOC: Gabe actually totally noticed Az was gone THE MOMENT HE LEFT, but he kinda brushed it off, because his stuff was still here, and... It's taken him until now to start getting worried. In his own Gabe-ish way.]

( Lengthy introspection. Cut for necessary tl;dr. )

The more bullshit that came out of making that announcement, the more irritated he became with himself, until eventually locking himself in his room and waiting for more vitriol and asspats to come out of it just made him want to hurl his journal against the wall. He wasn't looking for sympathy. He wasn't looking to play the moral high ground. He was looking to manage to keep a tenable hold on the last thing he had left, which was the fact that no matter what he became, no matter how far he sank, he wasn't a monster. Whatever. Like he really cared. Like he was really here looking for anything other than a way out that he was too cowardly to get himself.

He wandered up onto the deck, putting himself as far away from everything as he could, and planted his hands on the railing, staring out into the nothing, a light breeze ruffling his hair slightly. He was stuck here- one way or another, he was stuck here. He was gonna have to keep going, biting down his irritation at being stuck in one place sandwiched between people he couldn't stand and people he knew he'd miss when this was all over and he had to go back.

Killing you would be like euthanasia. Putting down a rabid dog. You're nothing like them. They look down from heaven, see who you are and what you've done, shake their heads and say 'Hopless. Case.'

It's a cycle. It's why he never let himself care that much about anything since his family, because that was where it always ended up, wasn't it?

An archangel stood on the deck of the Barge, braced against the railing, and wondered if any part of this was going to get better.

Okay!

On a list of things I never want to do again, that is way, way, way up there. On the plus side, I can actually move without feeling like I'm gonna black out any second over here, so, in case you were  worried, the archangel will pull through. Thank you all for your concern.

On that note, if you guys find the son of a bitch that caused this? I've got five things I'd like to say to him and then five more things to say to him in response to whatever he says after that. And then I'm probably gonna put him through a wall. Okay? Okay. Just so we're all clear on that.

[[OOC: So Gabe's still in the infirmary, despite having almost recovered from his Death Toll, because he won't leave until Max is better. You can assume he's been sitting in a chair beside her cot this entire time, refusing to move and probably either giving people wary looks or sleeping. People still stuck in the infirmary/infirmary staff/whatever can feel free to spam off this post if they'd like. I dun care. XD]]