Things had gone exactly as planned and it did give him some pleasure, as much as his hollow self could get, from seeing the demise of Petra so easily having the new angels arrive and powerful ones at that! What wasn’t so great was being offered healing or contact... no that would not due. Luke suspected that holy energy would not go well in his body now, not after being a fallen though he sometimes wondered if he was one considering all he had met were... different from him. None of that mattered now though as he didn’t want to be checked over only to confirm there were no injuries, so he sprawled out on the ground half prostrating himself at the two angel’s feet filled with sobs, “I’m so sorry... I’m a wretched creature now that I am..” He pulled away from Jared in the process, “My name is not important I... it’s more important to know while there is no chance for me... but you have to-to come help please.”<br/><br/>He swallowed as he looked up doe eyes large and round glazed over with tears and Milo watched him as impassive as ever taking it all in, “There is an angel down there, still not fallen... I saw him you have to help him, help me help him please... he has been down there a long time and I... I might be the only one that can.” He added with a sob of pain as his black wings stretched out again Milo took them in. He hasn’t seen black wings that intact since... well since Ryan. He shook that thought of his head though as he looked at the other groveling and pulling his hands back from Jared’s help to shield his head like they would hurt him. “What angel? And we must call you something... wretched thing is not exactly an appealing title.” He remarked with his usual dry humor as he watched Luke try and collect himself. He knew better than to touch someone in distress, especially as he wasn’t sure what happened to man before him. “Luke, my name is Luke.” He finally whispered relenting, the name didn’t sound familiar to Milo off the bat but then again who knew? “The angel down there is who matters, I overheard them call him... Samuel.” Now that was one that sent alarm bells off memory in Milo head as he seemed to perk up. His face would have showed surprise if it could.<br/><br/>Instead his mouth hung slightly open as he spoke again, “He had not... fallen?” He asked almost not daring to believe it and Luke shook his head, “No, no but he is running out of time. You have to help. Both of you have to, I am not strong enough even if I give all of myself.” Maybe Milo should have focused on the needs of the angel before him but his mind raced with what ifs. The chance that he could return one of heaven’s favorites to his rightful place was all too tempting and would certainly not only earn him favor but be the right thing to do. He longed to make a difference again. He had heard the whispering of Samuel and his fate but it had been so long that they had all given up hope.