Gabriel takes another deep breath, filling his lungs and slowly releasing it as he nods. Right. Well, theoretically the beginning is all his drinking, he's certain he should probably confess that while he's at it. It was the alcohol that got him stumbling and enraged so easily, but it should've been just like any other day. He shouldn't have just sprouted wings! But there's another part of himself that's screaming for him to wake up and realize what he is.

"I gave in to my drinking habits and lust." If he were completely honest he never tried to stop to begin with.

"I also fell victim to my anger while drunk, a man shoved me into a parked car and I attacked him."

So far this all probably sounds so simple and normal, but there's trepidation in his voice, a slight waiver as it tightens in his throat. He has to say it though, if there's any chance for being forgiven or at least given answers to what he was, then he'd have to say the truth.

"Father, you're going to think I've gone completely insane but I swear to you what happened next was real..." Hokay here it goes.

"I killed the man that accosted me, I grew wings and with them I slit his throat in my blind rage. I had no control of myself. I--I've never murdered anyone but there's so much in my head telling me I've killed more, billions. Or will... I think it's in the future, but I'm not sure. I'm so confused."

He turns to the holed wooden screen where he can see flashes of skin or the white of Williams collar.

"Father, what should I do?"