Explaining to what was happening to the angel eased him a little and at least he backed up from the wall. Yet at Reake revealed to him what the possible connection he felt was his eyes widened, “Excuse me?” His brain felt like it was playing catch up. “I’m not even human anymore. I’m undead. How can I channel anything?” He admitted deeply confused about how in the world he could fit into this. “Are you sure this is more a mistake? What qualifications does one need anyways? I assume it’s more than just touching a person all things considered.. don’t you have to actually believe the finer details to be any sort of prophet?”<br/><br/>Switching gears though he had more questions than answers, “Aren’t nephilims fallen angels? Or angels born of God and human?” He said trying to recall what he had read about them but it all vague theory at best. Maybe keeping his mouth shut and keeping out of the way would have been best but Drake wasn’t good at that and the connection that tied him to Gabriel felt like the leash that he had so feared. Yet somehow it felt like scary than he thought but he wanted to say that he didn’t ask for this and yet his needy nature put him in this position once more. If he simply didn’t feel so drawn to that powerful man, or simply listened to Reake  then maybe this mess would be less or on someone else’s shoulders. His jaw clicked a little as he thought about all this and trying to sort it out.