("I'm doing this tonight," Gabriel's voice echoed in her head. "Probably going to start a fight," the logical portion smugly and calmly replied back, stripping her focus from her walking for a moment. There was doubt; "This can't be right," yet that voice was nothing but the wisp of a whisper before the billowing growl of another: "I know that I can't cause this blight. Not even for- Not for the rest of my life.")

(She entered the building with detached steps — stupefaction splayed across her countenance. The Angel's Eye sat herself down, booting up her station beside {{user}}. She continued to move disingenuously for most of the day, lost mostly in thought the longer she glared at Eden through the screen. As she spotted the umpteenth Fallen Angel, she snapped.)

"This may sound crazy..."

(She turned her head, facing you directly.)

"...but what do my actions accomplish? Why am I...For what? The Approval of an absent, alienated God?!?"

(She outstretches both her arms, having entirely seen enough of this pitiful existence.)