video; BACKDATED to Wednesday

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[Raphael, this time, looks less like the bleeding pile of shit she did last time and more like a meditative businesswoman with dry skin who hasn't slept in a while. She is seated Indian-style on the floor of what is obviously a run-down house; her normal illusions of nice drawing rooms and furnished libraries are gone. Forgotten, even. There's a

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[youllsayit]

[He can't argue that, can't even begin to. How many times in Hell had he thought something similar? That if he'd lost his family he would have been free? But he can't shake off the love he has for Michael and the others no matter how hard he tries. He will kill them if he must, yes, but he will love them even after their blood stains his hands.]

Raphael, what have I told you about running with scissors?

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I would not know.

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[youllsayit]

[softly] You're being foolish.

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[Irritably] I'm uninterested in your opinion of me.

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[youllsayit]

It's not an opinion, Raphael.

Where are you?

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[Unconcerned (because she knows it's probably true, given the event):] Near the Outer Wall.

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[youllsayit]

[He lands near her.]

...Tell me what you remember about us.

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Do not worry. [She looks at him evenly, but is internally surprised by the lack of pain that comes with him.]

I still remember you attacking me.

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[youllsayit]

'Attack' is a strong word for it. You were out of line. ...I overreacted.

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I was saving Gabriel from painful mutilation. [Not that she has the foggiest idea of why she would do something that stupid for such a lame reason, but whatever.] Try to justify your actions against me again, and we will see how many of your veins I can slit open with this sword before you have time to react.

[youllsayit]

[He completely ignores the threat] Why would you protect Gabriel? Of all people?

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I have no idea.

[Raphael would literally never be straightforward or candid with Lucifer about this normally. The flock of pigs should be flying south for the winter any time now.]

Obviously it is tied to memories of home.

[youllsayit]

[He sighs and resists the urge to roll his eyes--not at her, but at the whole situation. It's frustrating to be the only one left and yet not be alone.]

Come here, brother.

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[Stare.]

Why?

[youllsayit]

You're injured.

[His gaze flits down to the pinprick of light shining from her hand.]

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[Her eyes follow his before flickering back up to meet his softer ones.]

I know.

[Nobody can help her. She's sure of that. The entire concept of healing is alien to her.]