This is a tough choice, but I think I can compromise...
Nathan ran his hand across his face. "I can't speak for Gabriel," he said. "But if you really don't want us to tell him, I won't. I do, however, think he should be told. Putting aside that fact that he's the angel of secrets, how do you think he's going to feel when he does find out? You know he will eventually..."
"Then let him learn in time." The angel turned away from them to face the wall. "You do not know Lumiel as I do. His emotions rule him, and he will waste his energy worrying about me and not the Sins if he finds out. He will make himself vulnerable, and as I cannot convince him to end this game for the sake of his safety, I cannot let him do that. If it becomes so bad that he must be told, then do so, but only then. My wings are not completely broken."
"That's little condolence." Gabriel frowned and shook his head. "I guess I'll honor your request too, but only because I know you're right about Lumiel. He's already out of his mind with worry; there's no use giving him more to fret over."
Micah glanced back over his shoulder while the other angel went to the desk to fish through the first-aid kit. "What do you mean?"
When Gabriel didn't answer him, Nathan continued, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Superbia is acting out of character," he explained. "For Pride to not already believe she's the best is unusual, and the only reason she would be actively working to prove herself better than Lumiel would be if she was somehow convinced that she wasn't. Alton came over for lunch today and had a meltdown at my kitchen table because of this realization." The writer sighed. "He thinks one of you has betrayed him deliberately and set her off."
"Whoa, you never said that!" Gabriel whirled around to face him, clutching the wrappings he'd gathered against his chest. "You said he was worried that one of us may have set her off in general, maybe even by accident. You never said he thought one of us put Pride up to this on purpose!"
Nathan cringed and backed away. "I was trying to figure out how to ask you without being a jerk about it, especially after what I interrupted."
Gabriel's face turned bright red and he squinted his eyes against tears. "Does he really think so low of us? That... that we would intentionally wish him harm?"
"He didn't think you would have a choice. You said it too: according to belief, both you and Michael are his enemies."
"But for him to think that first and foremost..."
"This is not part of his game?" Micah's question made them both turn towards him, mirroring his confused expression. "I thought this was all part of his plans for Nathan, his game, since apprehending Avaritia went relatively quickly. I thought he was increasing the challenge."
There was a brief silence in the room.
"Well," Nathan said. "I guess that answers whether or not you convinced Pride to go rogue."
Micah shook his head. "If I am at fault, it was without my knowledge. I do not believe I have ever met her, and I cannot think of anything I may have said that would lead her to come to that conclusion." He shrugged, wincing when he moved his wing unintentionally. "The only Sins I have had a direct confrontation with, and openly mentioned Alton's true nature around, are Avaritia and Ira."
"We should tell this to him," Gabriel said, taking a deep, calming breath. "But let me get your wing set, so it can at least start healing correctly. Damn it, Micah... you're going to be vulnerable for at least the entirety of December, maybe half of January."
"Why can't you just heal it?" Nathan rubbed the back of his neck. He'd done his part and asked his questions for Alton, but now he had some of his own. "And while we're at it, what does half mortal mean anyway? How can someone be half mortal?"
Gabriel sighed again while he carefully tended to Micah's wing. "Well, to answer your first question, I simply can't. I can no more heal his wings than you could sprout them and fly. It is the only part of an angel's being that only heals with time and patience. I don't know why that is, but it is."
"It is why we are very protective of them," Micah added, sucking in a sharp breath while his wing was being set. "We only show them if we must, or if we do not feel threatened, because damage to them cannot be so easily healed." When he felt Gabriel finish, he let out a relieved sigh, his wings vanishing in a brief flurry of light as he turned around. "And half mortal simply means I will be much more susceptible to damage and disease. My usual durability will be weakened to the point where I will bleed and bruise as any other human, and as you can see, I am now able to become ill."
"You will have to be extremely careful, Michael," Gabriel warned him. The detective nodded.
Nathan's cell phone started ringing, and he gave the two angels a sheepish smile as he moved to the side to answer it. Looking at the screen, the first thing he wondered was why Scott was calling him. "Hello?"
"Thank God," Scott breathed, a hitch in his voice. "Kink, are you home?" The fear in his tone was clear.
Nathan swallowed loudly, glancing back at the angels. "No. I'm at the police station with Gabriel and Micah. What's wrong, Scott?"
"Even better... shit..." He heard him draw a shaky breath and could picture him running his fingers nervously through his hair. He was quiet for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer. "My senses are going crazy and I don't like what I'm seeing out the window, Kink. I think that someone... something followed us out here. Oh my God..."
"Okay, just stay calm. I'm putting you on speaker." He pulled the phone from his ear and hit the speaker button so the others could hear. "What are you sensing Scott? And where are you?"
"The Cavalier Motel. Jesus, it's getting closure..."
Gabriel and Micah both winced, the latter rubbing his temples. "What is getting closer?"
"I don't know. I don't know. It's wrong, so very wrong. And it's angry..."
"Might be one of the sisters," Gabriel said quietly, covering his mouth.
"Alton said I should stop trying to suppress my sense and observe more," Scott continued, his voice shaking. "But now my head hurts so much... everything's spinning. It's too strong. I can't handle this. I... I can't handle... It's too... much..." He took several deep breaths, but then there was a loud thud and a clatter. The call abruptly dropped.
Nathan's heart leapt into his throat. "Shit, something's happened!"
"Don't jump to conclusions," Gabriel said hurriedly, though even he looked worried. "He's probably alright, just overwhelmed."
"But he's sensing something there! What if one of the Sins has decided to target him?"
"I agree with Nathan," Micah said, moving to the corner of his office to get his gun. "We should at least check on him, even if he is just having a sensory overload."
"We?" Gabriel turned his frown on the other angel. "I'll concede to checking, but you need to stay here."
The detective raised an eyebrow. "I do?"
"You do. You're sick."
"Yes, but if it is one of the sisters..."
"Then you'll be at even greater risk. Remember, you're vulnerable right now. I don't want you taking any unnecessary risks."
Micah actually laughed. "Are you serious? I am not Lumiel; I know how to defend myself."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "If you know how to defend yourself, then how did your wing get broken in the first place?"
"This is not the time to argue," the other angel growled. "I am going. It is my duty as a warrior and guardian to protect!"
"As it is mine. There doesn't need to be two of us, and you're injured. You must stay here."
"I will not."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I will not!"
How do I always end up near the angels when they're arguing? Micah already said we don't have time for this, and Scott might not be able to wait! The Cavalier isn't far from here; I could get there on foot if I hurry. Or I could interrupt them and get one or both to teleport there, but in any case, we have to act! Now!