Having to tell the two oldest master's about the shared passed between the two adversaries that had been gained through the way had not been something that the Chief Power had wanted to do on that day. It was not something that came to him easily, breaking him deep in his heart to know that they had suffered so much at the hands of those that were meant to protect them, it was on all of their hands that the young flocks suffered such horrors, and it was not easy for the two Masters to hear if one was to go by their distressed reactions.

Lucifer had leaned back against the fine stone wall behind him, head bent, and his hands covering his face.

Michael did not appear much better, eyes wide in surprise, a hand rubbing at his mouth before curling around his chin.

Neither of them knew what to say or how to address the issue at hand. Did they punish the two of them for acting out so violently with one another, it was most certainly unexpected that they had lashed out so horrendously, resorting to bashing one's head with a rock and stabbing a knife into one's side. Or did they assure them that they were not going to be shunned by actions that were forced on them by the horrendous actions of others tricking down the lines until it reached the youngest casualties of their savage war.

They were as silent as the others had been down in the training fields, it was a bombshell that none would have assumed to have dropped on them though they should have expected to have received at some point. Most of the happenings to the others that didn't like of the front lines went for the most part unshared, it was stories that stayed to those who were in them, and never shared with anyone else.

Michael rubbed his chin one more time, then bowed his head to rub at his temple, heaving a sigh. The Morningstar hadn't moved for nearly ten minutes from the position he had fallen in when the Chief had dropped such a bomb on them that had torn them apart, and though it was done with as gentle a way as it could be, was still just as devastating.

He was the first to speak up, "Titus, go fetch Raphael, bring Rahael with him.", the Power saluted and flew off in a hurry to gather the two that were desired, "I don't know how to respond to this.", Nisroc was confused for a moment as for the request to bring Rahael, the Healer made sense as to tend to their injuries, but the other angel was a mystery to him. And then it dawned on him.

Rahael was the healer for mental illness.

The young angels were suffering, and perhaps in more way's then they even knew, and this was the best way to get the full diagnoses on how to deal with these volatile behaviors. Though they had never gotten along in the past, this was by far one of the most violent outbursts between the two of them, it was something that had shocked them all.

Lucifer looked up at the name of the other angel finally broke through his self-reverie, "Rahael?"

"I want to know the true extent of this pain they are living through. It will aid us better in helping them move passed what they are suffering through. It pains me to see such young angels having lived through so much. To be forced in such situations."

Titus returned nearly five minutes later with the other two in tow, breathing quickly as though he had rushed as quick as he could to gather them up and get back before too long a time had passed, he had done well.

The two healing angels listened closely as the details of the midday rest were shared with them, Rahael had nodded in understanding and Raphael had gone pale in color. They both thanked the Chief Power for relaying the information he had, it was obvious that it pained him to do so, he was obviously very fond of the two young ones in question; having taken one under his wing in training and adopting the other as an unofficial member of his Legion.

They left them standing in the hall as they entered the grand office, closing the door behind them, leaving the others to stand silently in the hall neither of them sure as to what they were meant to say now given the tense circumstance they found themselves in.

The door opened ten minutes later, and Raphael stepped out, closing it once more behind him, turning to update them on the happenings.

"They will both be fine, physically that is to say, I don't want the boy to do any vigorous training in the next coming weeks. I will see him again in the next coming weeks to see the progress of the injury to update any restrictions at that time. In case of any concussions I want him monitored while sleeping, wake him every two hours and keep him awake for five minutes before letting him return to sleep."

Nisroc nodded at the orders, taken them to memory, he took any injury seriously when it came to any of the trainees under his charge, but especially those of the younger varieties.

"As for our little flock mate, her ankle is fractured, only the adrenaline of the moment taking the pain away for her to stand on it. She is to take it easy and not walk on that ankle until it heals in the next coming weeks."

"And Rahael?"

"He knows what he is doing."

Both of the master's nodded in time with the Chief Power again, the young fledgling was going to continue in her attempts to come see them all, despite the pain in her ankle when she did.

Silence fell over them again as the revelation continued to sink into them all.

Rahael joined them some time later, in turn closing the door softly behind him, and stepped up to join them all where they had gathered in the hall. The four of them turned to him in silent inquiry, and he sighed, looking to the floor for a moment before returning their gaze.

"They have both suffered through so much, it hurts me to know such things, the pain they have lived through is greater then we shall ever know and part of me is grateful for it despite how wrong it is to say."

He turned first to the Morningstar, why not start with the youngest in question, "There is so much. That fledgling in there has suffered in more ways then we will ever possibly know. She is a strong little thing to come out of it all as strong as she has. She is truly a warrior at heart.", Lucifer nodded, that much they agreed on wholeheartedly, "Agreed.", the healer smiled at the affection in his tone for the aforementioned fledgling, "The biggest concern is PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, we can see as much in her restlessness, the sudden bouts of anger and irritability. Recurring memories of times past haunt her though she hides it well, she it perhaps the strongest fledgling I have ever seen. Separation Anxiety is my second diagnoses, the fear of being separated from those she has deemed to be safe places, and the constant need to be around them, hear them, see them. She is suffering in self-imposed silence, fearful that if what is perceived to be weakness is to be seen again, it will be used against her once more. "

Lucifer nodded, again, a serious expression taking over him, "How do we help?"

"Keep her close but also at arm's length, she latches on to you because of the engrained loneliness that came from their self-imprisonment, you all stand for protection against the darkness that comes at the unexpected moments, Show her that it is okay to be on her own, stay in range of site, so that she may know you are there. Leave her to her own on the assurance of where you will be if she need you. Have patience and understanding, I am to understand that she has shared some of her many secrets with you?"

The Morningstar looked surprised when his direct younger brother nodded to the younger healer that served under him, while he was Healer for all of Heaven, there were some who specialized in certain aspects, thus the reason he knew to trust Rahael's word without question.

The younger healer nodded to him, "She said as much, ensure that she knows you are all there should she want to talk, but do not push the matter, let her come to you at her own pace. And above all, show her the love that there is for her, she is fearful that she will be shunned if you know such perceived weakness, show her that she has a place among you despite it all."

Lucifer thanked him softly and left them with a nod, turning to enter the office to gather up his fledgling, where they could both return home. He would fill the Messenger in on everything today later, but for right now he had to be there for his fledgling, this was her time of need and he would not fail her again.

Rahael turned to the Commander next, sparing the Power the same glance, they were both involved in the young warrior in training's life, "As for the other one, he too suffers from the same PTSD, no doubt from his time under the mindbreaker's tutelage. Again, seen in the anger and irritability, constantly being on guard in the thought of acting against others before they can act against you. Secondly I would diagnose him with Disinhibited Social Engagement Disorder, shown often in children who were raised with a lack of appropriate nurturing and affection from those meant to act as caregivers and as such has resulted in him keeping everyone else at arms distance, not able to bond too deeply to those considered caregivers, combined with the youth and the fearlessness at meeting strangers, he is bound to latch onto someone, as I am to understand one of you already know such things?"

The Chief Power nodded, young Paul had taken to him, and perhaps he to the young boy, coming to him now during breaks and before training and after it completed for the day. Always giving him updates, as if to make him aware of his accomplishments, and asking to stay with him until it was lights outs in the barracks. The Power never had any concerns with it and enjoyed spending free moments with the young boy, he was bright and had a kind soul, despite what the little warrior thought. He was rather fond of the both of them.

"Allow him that attachment, if he has found someone, he trusts to guide him to where he must learn to go, then allow it. Show him a kindness he is not used to, but in small doses, too much at one time may be overwhelming and he shy away from it. Be there if he ever needs to talk about things, anything, even the mundane things. Show him that there is not just bad in the world and that there are those who will be there out of heart and not necessity."

The Power nodded, much like the Morningstar had, and excused himself to gather his young ward in order to return to the Pavilion until night fell. Rahael watched them both gather their respective youth and make their leave, leaving him alone with the Healer and Commander.

"Honestly, it is a surprise that they are still as open as they are, with the experiences they have had to witness and live through they should be broken beyond repair. Those two in there are the strongest young ones I know, and I know quite a few, they are going to be great someday. Great leaders. I am privileged to see them as they grow into who they are meant to be. There is much animosity between them, that does not come as a surprise given their scarring past together, but I would not be surprised if they began close friends as they grow older."

He nodded at them after that and turned wing to head back to his own duties he'd been pulled away from, the Healer and Commander turned to exchange looks silently, letting the silence wash over them for the moment.

"What do we do now brother?"

Michael was not a healer and thus turned to the words of his younger brother.

"We begin to mend."