"Sometimes I....don't know what I'm supposed to think or do," Henry admitted, leaning just slightly until he could feel the brush of Eileen up against him. "I...talked to Metatron about it today, actually. He's...um, good at making people feel better."
Which was something of an understatement.
"I guess I just figure...there's a plan, and we're part of it. And...since we were chosen by God, I don't think we could even...understand they why, you know? I mean... we're just people. We can't... we can't understand or comprehend the thought process of a divine being. But..." he laughed a little. "I still think about it, anyway."