That sounded horrific to her ears, the idea that they were beyond God's grace. "Then we are forsaken by God," she said in a small, terribly vulnerable voice.
She brought her cup of hot chocolate to her lips, her knuckles turning white with hot hard she held it. "That must be agony for you," she said sympathetically, because it had to be worse for an angel than any mortal, who knew God only in the miracle of the world around them.