There was a tone that he used that the fledgling knew he was upset, knew that it was best to let him be, do as he said, and leave it at that. He was a gentle soul, loving, gentle, until someone managed to make him boil over.
In the recuses of his mind he knew, of course, that she hadn't done anything wrong. He knew that he shouldn't have acted out against the little one as he had. But as soon as the volcano erupted it couldn't be stopped. The red haze fell away a few moments after the damage was done, and he stared down in surprise at the young fledgling cowering in front of him, bright eyes shining brighter with unshed tears. He knew that he had messed up when he reached for the shaking little thing and she flinched away from him.
He was aware of the eyes staring at him in astonishment and disbelief, he didn't need to look around as he did, the soldiers staring, his Powers slack jawed in disbelief, and his fledgling quivering in front of him as though she had been struck.
"Akeelah." But what does one say in accordance to releasing an anger on another who had not deserved it, "Akeelah, I am so sorry." He tried to step closer, but she jumped back when he did, and his heart broke in the next coming moments, she shook her head and tears finally escaped her wide eyes.
"I hate you."
That soft admission cut him deeper then any sword ever had, and he could do nothing but watch as she backed up another step, still shaking her heard, and turned to bolt away. Silence echoed louder then ever around the field as she disappeared beyond the stone tunnel.
"Nisroc.", his confidant, his Second in Command, his greatest friend raised his chin in acknowledge but dared not say a word lest it be harsh, "I fear I have made a fatal mistake." Never one to beat around the bush, he responded in kind, "I agree, sir."
He had hoped to make amends at days end, when they all gathered in their villa, sitting around the table as they always did to discuss their days and their accomplishments. Anything that may be on mind that needed voiced to another, but he knew word had spread of the unwarranted assault when he returned to the icy glares of his other brothers.
The Choir Master stood from his seat and excused himself, shooting him a icy glare over his shoulder, before disappearing in the shadows of the hall.
He was quick in noticing her absence, she usually sat next to the Healer, trying to take his mug when he turned away. But he sat alone tonight, staring down into the mug of his latest concoction, not saying a word. Gabriel was glaring at him, having always been more open to expression then most were, and he shifted in his seat.
"Where is the fledgling?"
"Why do you wanna know.", Gabriel spit at him, and he had to turn away in shame, knowing it was well deserved.
Raphael had more patience then the younger archangel did, though his eyes still burned, when he finally looked up.
"She hid herself away in Lucifer's room early this afternoon. She's refused to come out and we stopped trying to coax her.", he scrutinized the older archangel for a moment, "What were you thinking?"
"I was blinded by frustration and took it out on an innocent. Is she alright?"
He scoffed, "What do you think? She is petrified Michael. Only allows her master near her. Lucifer refuses anyone who tries to get close.", he rubbed a hand over his temple, "You really messed up."