During the weekend, Metatron had sat and prayed. It had turned out alright, as he'd had faith it would, but after that he set out on his daily wandering again. It was nice to do in between classes, and while he was aware of his brothers plans chose to remain as neutral as he could get, while being an Angel.
It was the fine balance he'd always held during his task.
He let God guide him and blinked as he felt Saint, and the soft urge to go speak to the being. When he spotted Anthony he smiled and walked closer to the man, giving a friendly wave. "Hello Anthony." He tilted his head, "At work already?" He smiled, "have a moment, actually? I need a word with you. IT seems that you may need it."