[The more they speak, the more Gadreel begins to feel a creeping sense of relief that he may have, after all this time, found an ally in this dismal place. From the moment of his creation he had been alone, save for those brief months of Zirah's relentless obsession, and now he can't help but feel a little hope that something good might be found here.]

I don't know if she'll agree with our way of seeing things, but we must try-- Rick. [He reaches out to grasp the man's hand and smiles reassuringly, in the way that perhaps only an angel might be able to smile.]

We'll be alright. Others will join us. They'll see the right of it.