I am humanities best friend. Their only true friend. As weak as they are, as cowardly as they are, as fallible as they are, as disgusting as they so often are... I am their friend.

How many times now have I saved them from eradication? From plans, and monsters, and demons, and magical idiocy that could have set them back hundreds of years?

I have lost count. They owe me everything, and acknowledge so little of that fact.

My siblings of course do so much, but they do so much with me as a guiding star. If only I had HER power. I could FIX it all so easily.

I see the threads now, but dare not pursue them.

Not yet.

-On Mortals, by the Highest of Angels