"I don't and will never doubt our Lord," Michael said without hesitation or tremble in his voice. He knew, without a doubt, that he couldn't turn. He couldn't imagine it. What could possibly drive him to giving into Satan, or becoming one of the fallen? He couldn't stop loving humans, no matter how, occasionally, he wished he could, "It's not the Almighty I doubt. It's... I.. have some doubt in mankind." He sighed and ran his fingers though his hair, "I wish to protect them. To help them! I love them, even if they seem ready to abandon me and our Lord..."
He spread his arms slightly, "I haven't forgotten who I am. I am Michael, the Archangel, the Sword, Commander of the Army of God. I will never stop being who I am. I will never turn from God, nor will I turn from you brothers, even if you wish to turn for me. I will fight for you and them. I will always lift my sword when I am needed."