"Now that depends entirely on the bug," replied the Reverend, looking out toward the remnants of the city. "When one is faced with a veritable infestation of insects, crawling and writhing about in their repulsive impurities.." He paused for a moment, turning to look at Gabriel once again as his smile widened. "Well, what choice does one have but to call an exterminator?"<br/><br/>He began pacing along the edge of the roof, eyes darting every which way as he spoke. "I gave them every chance to rise above what they once were, to toss away the corruption of humanity and become something more, as we have; but, alas and alack, the overwhelming majority see naught but what is directly in front of them. It is not something that can be forced. Bringing a man to his knees does not force him to respect you; eliminating objects of war does not qualm man's desire to eradicate their brethren, just as forcing a demonic bond does not cure a human of their pestilence." He stopped once again, his smile fading and his gaze suddenly hardening on Gabriel. "Creatures such as those do not belong in my world."