It was a desperate plea in a way, one that William had thrown out there to ward away the harsh truth. And now that too had been cast aside, the truth as blatant as the dark primaries William would see almost trying to make their way through the slotted window gaps. He's not sure if it's possible to feel so shocked and yet not at all concerned by this turn of events, feeling as if he's just seen this before now and it's routine. How could such a thing even be routine?!

"I see it." How could he now? The rustling of the wings against the enclosed space has the hairs on the back of William's neck rising, the pastor cringing as if they were nails down a chalkboard. Another ridiculous notion; feathers were soft, not hard enough to scratch things.

William knows he has to move things along somehow, to try and get something out of the other so he can talk it through and send Gabriel on his way. Right now though, there's very little coming to mind, the young man throwing out the first thing that even comes to his mind.

"So what are you going to do now?"