The first time Uriel had seen Mariah, he'd felt something strange.
Endless sorrow.
It had consumed him from the depths of his soul and coloured his mind, and he was almost sure it was the reason he'd suddenly dreamed not too long ago.
On the surface, he'd feigned confusion, but deep down, he knew. He'd always known.
His Sin was to feel, but not to see.
The reason he was so eager but also so afraid to meet Ayah and Enoch once more was that once he laid eyes on them… his heart would speak the truth.
He'd feel the truth.
"Whatever."
SHOO!
The small beast jumped from his head, landing on his lap, its usual indifference and moodiness gone as it looked at him with what he felt was almost worry.
He found it amusing, especially when it gently rubbed its head against him.
"Oh, no, no. Do not let this old man worry you." He gently scratched its head. "I'm fine. And so is she."
