"I..." He wracks his brain a moment for the answer to that. It was barely bits and pieces and he'd pushed most of his from his mind. Now though there are some things ringing clearer and sticking with him since he grew those wings. He closes his eyes, brow knitted as he focuses on what he sees.

"A wasteland. A-and a mountain fortress? With more winged people swarming around." A pause. "Angels. They're angels." He's going with his gut feeling and what his memory is telling him, so he says this with certainty.

"Then... I think it goes into the past, a desert... a small boy and my brother. He's spattered in blood and there are people, dead people everywhere."

He's shaking slightly, the Gabriel Broderic in his mind is freaking out, while the Archangel part of him is comfortable and it's clashing oddly so that his body doesn't know how to react to how he feels.

"I did this. I mean, there's a war against humanity and I lead it. I've killed--I kill billions in the future." And he enjoys it, he can feel it in his bones that he believes it to be the right thing. Is it his destiny? Is this what he's meant to do? Is he meant to bring about an apocalypse and wipe out humanity??

"For God. For my father, I do it to bring him back. He's abandoned us because humanities sins are too great." Oh god he really is an Archangel. He slumps back against the confessional, eyes wide, sweat on his brow as the weight settles in around him as truth. What's he meant to do with this? Why did he forget who and what he was? If he wanted the humans dead why live among them to lead a failure of a life?

He rubs his brow, getting a headache as all this swims around in his skull.