That is not wholly true of our fire, is it? Unless you consider faith the fuel, though I think of it as a flame too. [touches his shoulder lightly] And we have our own will and strength for fuel.
[Gabriel holds his right hand up, palm facing up and cupped slightly, and conjures a small flame in it. He blows on it, and it flickers but remains burning. Then he brings his left hand up between himself and his right hand, to shield the flame; he blows a little harder, and the flame remains steady. Now he proffers it to Uriel.]
Not if your fuel, your faith and hope, runs deep enough. And I will always be here for you.
[Uriel takes the flame and holds it for a second before tossing his hand up lightly. From his palm, a small flaming butterfly ascends, trailing sparks as it flies away, winking out of sight once Uriel turns his attention back to his brother]
You offer me more than I could ever hope to repay you for. Again, I thank you.
Kindness should always be repaid. It is what makes life so enjoyable. [he smiled, and of his own self-doubts he said no more even though they continued to plague him]
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Not if your fuel, your faith and hope, runs deep enough. And I will always be here for you.
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You offer me more than I could ever hope to repay you for. Again, I thank you.
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