Adam's arms tightened around the flame that was Michael's grace. "Why is the flame going out, Michael?" Adam hears no answer but a gentle pulse from the flame tells Adam he is heard. "Please don't burn out, I need you." Adam admitted. "They will tear me apart if you burn-out, please don't leave me to fend for myself like everyone else has." Adam buried his face in the soft flame. He felt two arms circle him. "I can barely feel you anymore, Michael." The disembodied arms tightened as much as they could in Michael's weakened state. It was a promise that was bound to be broken. Adam knew no flame burned forever and it wouldn't be long until Michael burned out too, leaving Adam alone again.