"I only ever see the end of the potential... When they come through the gates and the demons take them," Duma seemed to wilt slightly, closing his eyes. But if he wasn't there then who knew what Remiel would do. How many times had he threatened to shed his wings in the short span they'd been there?
That startled rabbit look didn't go away when Samandriel lay back down. His voice became a whisper then, but for Duma, that was practically inaudible, "I'm sorry." He didn't know what he'd done wrong this time but surely it had been something. It was always something lately.