It never did. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly when Michael agreed. No, their worlds weren't the same, would never be the same. The only one left from his sort of place was Constantine and while he was a fine friend... Well, that was about it. "Yes," the phone answered simply. There was no reason to go into more detail.
Duma blinked when he felt rather than saw movement, then he looked up to see Michael in front of him. Oh. He breathed softly, thinking for a moment. "I have many questions. Like why you would remove your wings - you are Michael. Your faith has never wavered - at least where I am from." But perhaps something had happened in Michael's world that he couldn't understand.