[Subtlety wasn't one of his stronger attributes, but that didn't really bother him. Michael listens carefully, quietly and brow furrowed, an eyebrow arching at the mention of an apocalypse.]

You stood with the humans. [A slow pause.] Shanked?

[Michael knew what the word meant, but had many questions about it, questions he didn't think was his place to ask. How did this Gabriel know he was going to die, for one.] I have met a few people here who've arrived post death. That, apparently, is not impossible.