William holds a hand over his mouth as he listens to what Gabriel has to say, trying to stave off a sudden wave of nausea, ignoring how his stomach is starting to turn. It all sounds horribly familiar somehow, as if he knows what's going on even if it does sound like outright ludicrousness. Really, a fortress? Angels? Bringing God back? It all sounds like complete nonsense yet makes sense at the same time.

He wants to pick it apart though, a small piece of the pastor wants to debunk the whole thing before shooing the man out of his church, maybe even tell him to not come back. Why would he embrace madness when things were okay in Storybrooke? Just believing everything that the man was saying was crazy, and William knows at this rate the pair of them will wind up in straight jackets.

Hell, he'd call for them.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. God is here, we just don't hear from Him as much as we like to. So I wouldn't worry too much about Him abandoning us, I mean if He were to do that it would have happened by now." Somewhere, William's subconscious is giving a bitter laugh at that one, and he does his best to peer through the slats without looking like he is. "And your wings are gone now. Where have they gone? Were they there to begin with?"