"The people we love, we don't want to watch them die. Or see them suffer. That's part of love." He knew that well. Raphael was lost without Michael, and with no Heaven to run, didn't know what to do with himself.

"This isn't France, Eponine - the rules, they are different here." HE was learning that himself, though slowly. "Heaven would take you. Repentance - it's not a myth." He wasn't sure how to answer what God wanted. What God wanted was what he wanted, because he gave the orders. It was strange, still, to have him here.

"God isn't a building, or a church. Being devout - it's a way to Heaven, but not the only way." He motioned forward, gently touching her shoulder, beginning to walk. "I can show you what he looks like. And when you are well, if you'd like to see that, I can arrange it."