Sam bowed his head. It was so hard for him to disbelieve Luke. The fallen had a way of needling into his mind. His head fell against Luke's shoulder, and his legs gave out, forcing the fallen to catch him. No, he couldn't sense Milo anymore, and it broke his heart. He was forced to rely only on Luke now. But he still prayed. He wept and prayed for some sort of absolution. That sense of wrongness grew each day, though Sam put on a face. He was learning more, and what Milo had said to him stuck. He was realizing more and more that nothing changed. Everything was the same. There was no weather in the garden. Now that Sam was healing, he was noticing things more. Yet he still played the oblivious blind angel. He accepted the gifts graciously, and he didn't ask any questions.<br/><br/>He felt the summons. It was like a surge of pure light shot through Luke's illusion. The wall that hid Milo blew out and Michael stood there, glorious in his armor, radiating such light it could send any darkness fleeing before his might and power. Michael looked at Milo first, his gold eyes void of emotion. "Go, rest. This reality will crumble soon." His power was great and ruthless as it tore what Luke made apart. Finally, he turned to Samuel. The broken angel had fallen to his knees, which damaged his legs further. "Michael," he breathed, reaching out, pleading. "Is it really you?"<br/><br/>Michael stepped forward, taking note of his state of being. He reached out and touched Sam's head. "Yes," he said. "I cannot take you home in your tainted state Samuel, but I commend your strength and faith in our Lord. I urge you to search within yourself for the truth of your existence. Remain strong, and you will know." It was a riddle, but Michael had to keep Sam from knowing what he truly was. He wouldn't even tell Milo. It was something Sam would have to discover on his own. He pressed his hand to Sam's heart and pushed holy energy into him. Sam cried out, but it oddly didn't hurt. Tears of joy spilled out of his eyes.