And why not? What don't you wish us to see?

[He doesn't really need her consent, but he doesn't point that out.]

He Rebelled. He fought against Heaven, Michael and I. You Rebel, you die. Instead, I stayed my hand for some time, out of mercy for my younger brother. Until he sought to put himself between myself and the prophet.

[It's cold. Professional. Not matching the tone he'd had up until now.]

And as of my timeline, as proved humans with a weapon whose knowledge was long lost, and has no hesitation in using it against his brothers.