"My son, what brings you to see Me?"

The guards at the Throne Room doors stopped him from entering, and he wobbled on the cane he now had to use at the forcefulness of the act, but He parted them with the raise of His hand, they did so begrudgingly, He knows, but they allowed the other entry at His command.

Sister leaned over as they watched him struggle, limping across the Throne Room to meet at the Thrones, "He suffers so much, Brother." She watched him with sad eyes "With more than just physical pain."

He nodded to Her, frowning Himself as He watched His child struggle with even the simplest of things, resisting the urge to merely pick him up and deposit him where he desired to be, it was something He could do of course, He was so much larger then even the largest Archangel, but He knew it would only make things worse.

Making the slow antagonizing trek across the Throne Room was a personal mission for him.

He panted by the time he met them, leaning heavily on his cane, and pressed a hand to his side as old injuries flared up from the exertion, but proud that he had made it to where he now stood without the aid of anyone but himself and his cane.

The angel looked up to his Father, choking on a breath as he tried to speak, and Father hushed him softly "I am not going anywhere, anytime soon, My little one. Catch your breath first." He nodded in thanks and did just so, waiting until the ache in his chest finally simmered away, and leaned on his cane as he looked back up to meet His eyes.

"I come for your forgiveness, Father."

"And what am I giving forgiveness for?" He looked confused for a moment "Have you done a wrong that even I am not privy to?"

"So many Father. I have done so much."

Sister leaned over again "The pain brother. It hurts even me." To which He nodded in acknowledgement. He wanted to take this conversation being had, take control of it, but He relented, this was something His son had come to do himself, and He would leave it for him to accomplish as any parent would be wont to do.

"I am the cause of it all, Father, I am the cause of the war we have all suffered, it is my fault."

He hummed softly, turning to look at Sister next to Him, She nodded softly and stood from Her throne, stepping away to some place other then where they occupied at the present time, this was a matter to be handled with privacy and great care.

"I see." He leaned forward on His throne, resting His elbows on His knees "And which one of your brothers has brought this on?" His sentry looked to his feet in shame, and He went on, it was His part to play in now, and He would play in kind "I see the way they look at you. The way you are treated. They talk to you with such venom. And never once have I seen you tell these things to your older brother."

"It is because I deserve those things, Father."

He shook His head and reached forward "May I?" when the limp angel nodded, He leaned down further and lifted him into His arms, it was at times like these He was grateful for His size, in comparison to His angels. Gadreel gave a small mew of surprise at being lifted from his feet and pulled into the lap of his Father. Arms curled around him, and he leaned against the chest underneath him, all at once was he comforted. In these arms, he was safe from the world, safe from the pain and the hurt.

"I have to admit, there is much that happened as consequence to the actions taken in The Garden," He curled him close into His embrace "But so much good has come out of it, it is only overseen by the bad that gets focused on, which is no fault of your own."

Gadreel purred softly at the fingers that scratched at his shoulders, arching into the touch, and his Father's chest rumbled with a soft chuckle.

"You have more the paid for the actions that you partook in. More than you should have. It is I who should be asking for your forgiveness."

He smiled sadly at the angel when he turned to look up at Him in surprise and confusion.

"I heard your cries for mercy. I heard your prayers. And in my blindness, I ignored them, in My rage I let you remain where you suffered."

Gadreel stared at his Father, a broken mess of an angel, unsure on whether or not he should even respond.

"And I allowed you to come by so much pain. There is nothing I can do to make it up to you. I will show you the love that you haven't felt in such a long time. You are forgiven, my strong little sentry, more than you believe yourself to be."

"I forgive you, Father."

He smiled down to him with love in His eyes, "I thank you, little one, because I don't deserve it."

"If I hadn't of broken your trust, none of it would have happened, it's not your fault."

"You are too kind. It has always been your greatest strength. It is I who broke the trust. I will strive everyday to earn it back. And I will alert your caretaker of the actions from others, I know you do not wish to burden him, but that was why he came to take you in with him."

Gadreel nodded, leaning back against the chest under him, closing his eyes at the warm arms around him. Everything was calm, and he was comfortable, the reassurances echoing in his mind.

"On a bright note, of course, you seem to be making strides in your recovery. I remember a time when you could barely make it three steps with just a cane for support and I am to believe you made it all the way here on your own?" he nodded at his Father, purring again when those fingers returned to scratching at his shoulders, and Father chuckled softly again "And I heard word that your laughter has once again graced our presence. A sound for weary ears, no doubt. Has your older brother been tormenting those poor feet of yours?" He chuckled when His son nodded against him "I remember a time, when you were a young angel, and you were often at the mercy of others with such a weakness. Even myself a few of those times. Does it still work as well as it did back then?"

There was a blush that warmed His son's features and He chuckled at it.

"Father, I am not so young anymore."

"That may be true, but from what I heard from your older brother, it still works just as well as it had all that time ago?"

"He is ruthless, Father."

He adjusted His hold on the angel "Where do you think he learned it from?" and reached for one of the bare appendages under him "I shall see for myself if his words be true or not."