Gabe felt like laughing, and sobbing. Yes, Drake had guessed right. There had been another before him and he had veen reborn. He was wrong about everyrhing else though. The words from his lips hurt, burned like nothing else. He shouldn't let it bother him, he knows Drake is sick. Deep down though it just rips him raw and something inside of him snaps.<br/><br/>With strength he doesn't currently have he launches himself off the couch and slams Drake into the floor, pinning him. "Why do you have to be such an ass!?" He seethes. "Who said I wanted you!? That you could be anything like her? You self serving, egotistical, paranoid, creep!" The angel is practically seeing red at this point.<br/><br/>"You sit there and assume the absolute worst of me at every turn and you know what? You don't know me! You don't know anything about me! You met the literal kindest person in existence and spit on their efforts to help you! The greatest healer in heaven tried to tell you that you were sick and offered to help and you thought what? He'd poison you? Your soulmate pops up and fuck that! I must be out to horribly damage you as a person and - I might add - myself as well since we are connected! Fuck you and fuck this!" A moment later he is gone and an overwhelming emptiness would settle over Drake. Like someone had ripped out his insides.