<em>Tegan…. Here… take my hand , close your eyes… it is time that you shake the worry and believe again.</em><br/><br/>He didn’t wait for her to take his hand, feeling her hesitation and worry, instead he took hers, and in that moment he let her know something about him. He was still an angel, buried deep, hidden well away from the sight and the torment, he was still divine. And in that, he had the power of belief, of faith. His had been restored  by her, her faith in him, her belief and worry and care for him. If she were willing to share that with him, then he knew, his secret would be safe with her.<br/><br/>He released his faith and shared it with her. The mandate and knowledge that what they did was right, it was for the best. A sureness, a confidence, a driving force and factor that was initially granted by the divine, and then was hidden deep as he was forced to destroy in instead of create. Tegan could now feel how much he cared, how much he trusted to share with her something that had been hidden since before humans recorded time.<br/><br/>With faith came strength, hesitation was lost, and for the moment she could perceive the world as he did. It was a place to live and be alive in. A chance to do something not done before, and then share it with her. He shared with her the most basic of his remaining angelic quality, the ability to act for the protection of others.<br/>