Sam hated making assumptions about anything. He would rather understand. Being blind had its hindrances. He couldn't see emotions, or thoughts. He couldn't see body language. So his question was more about what he'd observed. "It's not? I thought...well I suppose it's possible not to know all the sanctioned and unsanctioned churches on the mortal plane." His brow furrowed in thought. Luke had convinced him that this place was safe, that he would remain safe here from demons and possibly even vindictive angels. He shuddered at the thought, though of course he didn't know about Isael's fate.<br/><br/>Sam's frown deepened and he reached out, hoping Milo would take it. "I am really grateful for your help. I don't know if I would have recovered that well without you. Luke...He is nice and really comforting but he isn't pure like you are. I just wonder sometimes if my impurity chases you away. I know it's frowned upon. I think...I think I'm the only angel who is corrupted like this who hasn't fallen. But I pray so hard." He sighed and grimaced. "I'm sorry. I know I've went on about this a lot. I'm just frustrated. I want to get out and see people, but I know I'm too weak still." Milo's statement perturbed him. "Why would you be kicked out?" However, Samuel felt that he knew the answer to that. Luke didn't like Milo. He'd seen it. But what could Sam do about it?