"Things just happen..." he echoed with a slight chuckled, raising his glass to that thought. If only it were that simple. That things just happened. That there were no key players in the background making changes through small ripples for an outcome, manipulating people and their environment. In his universe at least, Heaven battled Hell strategically, fighting for souls for some big finale, whatever that was and whenever it was. And the Angel of Destiny wasn't talking. And as for the prophet Gabriel had become, well, she had walked away from Heaven, doubted by too many.
He took a sip of whiskey and swirled the brassy liquid around in the glass, watching as the light caught the liquid at certain points.
"There is something I wanna talk to you about" he said, putting the glass back down. "I'm guessing you can see beyond the physical here. You saw some of my aspects, so my guess is you can see what else is in this bar" he said, leaning on the bartop. "Some souls are drawn to this place. It's becoming a place of power, something that magic users could use as a well of power, a place where channelling magic becomes more effective, especially if it's tied to life and death" he explained. "When I came to Preya, my job didn't end. It isn't always the easiest thing to do alone and there are some burdens I have to carry even if it does ruin me. But if you are here, would you assist me? Would you help?" he asked, hoping she would understand his meaning.