“Then you shall sing from the back.” Milo wasn’t one for it anymore. He didn’t often think about how much his face held him back until he was around Sam and wanting to give him certain things but only realizing his limitations. “Have faith and they will.” He said and meant it, “You have been through so much already... I don’t know how you did it.” The angel paused wondering how much he wanted to share but deciding he could trust Sam. “My face. I told you about how it doesn’t move... anymore. That hadn’t always been the case. I had once fallen captive too, tormented by demons but it had been on earth’s surface. I don’t know why they never dragged me down but it was... Hell in itself.” He swallowed, “They didn’t what they wanted and after I went through it when I was saved I woke up with this condition.”<br/><br/>He often wondered if it had been because he tried to be stoic during his ordeal and wished his face not to reveal the pain he was in. The demons also made him doubt and question and that’s when it all started. He was granted his blessing, to never show his pain to others ever again and it was a blessing as much as a curse. “Let us go then, service is about to start and we can hear as people are greeted.” Milo didn’t like to be in the spotlight and the preacher who was in this church did a fine enough job interacting with the humans. He just watched over them, and he was sure Sam would like to hear the lively talk and commotion discussions of parties, births, and other events.