"Aba—"

"Don't call me that."

It's something akin to a tribunal, standing before the commander, his Powers circling behind him at his shoulders, standing at rest. Arms curled behind them, looking straight ahead at her, and she ignored them all. Staring right back at her old commander.

He was trying but she was having none of it.

Michael nods slowly. "My apologies. Abraxas, I called you here to offer you your position back."

She narrows her eyes. "You mean, you offer me the place where I fall under your command again, you, who exiled me from me home." She leans to the side, crossing her arms lightly, glaring at him with all her worth. "Are you that ignorant?"

"I was wrong to do what I had to you. It is a mistake I will regret for my eternal life, one among many, and there is nothing I can do to take back my transgression."

"Damn right there isn't."

Abraxas poked a finger into his chest. "I will never follow your commands again." She stood back stiffly, crossing her arms behind her back, and sets her jaw firmly. "I politely decline your offer." The others deflate behind him, hurt by her refusal, and her eyes flick to theirs for a moment before returning to the Archangel's before her.

The archangel nods, though he seems downtrodden, she glares at him until he voices his acknowledgement to her choice and steps around her to make his leave, leaving them all alone. The door clicks softly behind him as he leaves, taking her refusal to heart, but knowing he deserved nothing less.

Her green eyes meet those of silver, and she leans forward slightly. "Hey, Abe."

"Aba." He's the first to break their half circle formation, stepping forward, tugging on the front of her tunic until she steps forward and he curls his arms around her tightly. "You won't come back, Aba?"

She winds her arms around him, pressing herself close to his chest, listening to his heart beat under her and the words he speaks rumble against her ear. Her fingers curl into the back of his tunic. "I'm not going anywhere, Abe, I just can't take his orders anymore."

"As much as I want you to come back, I understand."

Abraxas inhales deeply, taking in his scent, the familiar air that she has known since she was a small fledgling. "I missed you, Abe."

"Nothing was the same without you."

"We'll still train together, though, won't we?"

She turns at the other voice, smiling up at her other brother, reaching out to push his stomach lightly. "Of course, we will Nis." He smiles down at her, patting the top of her head fondly, elated at having the youngest Power back among them. Even if it was unofficially. She curls her fingers around Abraxos thick arms, pushing away slightly, bending around the arms that cross over her lower back. "Is my room still where it was?"

"Across from mine?"

"Yea?"

Abraxos leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. "No one has touched your room." He rubs his thumbs over her lower back. "It's still yours for the taking."

He kneels suddenly, swooping her off her feet, and she yelps as the ground is swept out from under her. "Come, we'll show you around."

"Abe, I don't think you remember, but I used to live here too."

"Oh, I know, it just gives us an excuse to hang around with you."