Samuel could only smile a little in response. It really was neither here nor there. He had always been blind, so he didn't feel like he was missing too much. "I can see, in a sense." He paused though and closed them. "I wish he hadn't done the things he had, but in his broken mind he had thought he was doing good. But you're what I needed to heal." When Milo stated entering the church, Sam squeaked and buried his face against his neck. He gripped Milo's shoulders, more nervous than afraid. But he didn't burn. He didn't feel shunned. Gradually, Samuel relaxed, then let out a soft sob of relief. It felt wonderful. "Your church?" He asked in awe.<br/><br/>He wanted to be put down, but he didn't want to seem like a burden, either. Sam had already gotten so much from him already. "Thank you," he breathed, tears still trickling down his face. "Do you think holy water will help me walk?" He'd never bathed in it, though in a sense he was seeking to be baptized. Sam loosened his grip. "This place feels wonderful." He raised an arm to wipe the tears from his face. "You've done so much for me." It was in that moment Jared approached. "It's his duty to help others. He, well, we, just skirt the line sometimes. Hello. I'm Jared, Milo's pupil. You must be Samuel." Sam nodded, suddenly shy. He'd been introduced to so many angels. He wished he could see Michael again. But this. This was so nice. Exhaustion weighed him down suddenly. "It's nice to meet you Jared," he said, voice soft. Jared came forward and grasped his hand lightly. "You're safe here."