The silence was strange, the voice from the device even strange yet. Michael decided against commenting on either of those things. They seemed small in comparison. He gave a small nod, once again looking around but deciding to remain standing. Comfort was something he knew, but it felt like something in passing. Sitting seemed the last thing on his mind.
"I have not been able to feel the others since I removed my own wings." He looked down for a moment, then sought a window, any sort of glimpse for outside, even if it was far off. "Even when they were restored by Father, I could not." He looked back to Duma. "When He cast us out of Heaven, I was not aware any angels retained that ability other than the twins." He took a deep breath, letting himself relax slightly. "I know you by sight alone."