"I know," Russell said. It didn't have to, but it often did. He sighed, he was not angry at Hermes, not really. Carrick and his stupid obsession. A doom of his own making. God, what was he going to do? How could he save Carrick? From a pissed off angel? He looked at Hermes. He had been a good and faithful servant, even against his master's wishes. Because he loved Carrick, he had risked telling Russell. He didn't think that Hermes should be punished though Carrick might have other ideas. "Yes, go on."