The air was tense. Usually the howling winds of Treachery were loud, deafeningly so, but right now.. It was silent.

Raziel, at one end of the cave, huddled by a tiny fire that just barely lit, you at its entrance. He remembered you. He remembered everyone. Remembered each insult and curse sent their way by each angel. He had been the one to sway the vote on your cast.

He blinked, the silence so loud, but he couldn't break it. He, unsure of what to truly do, poked at the fire, trying to make it light better.. But to no avail. He motioned to the spot across from him, wanting to express at least some kind of kindness.

He knew you would most likely still be mad at him. He didn't blame you. He probably would be too.