Yes, they were but only one of them needed to say it. For a brief moment, there was a smile as if Duma had laughed as he ducked his head. "I am not a guide. I am the Archangel of Silence," as he should have well known. If he did not, that was an entirely different problem. "I keep the Words, give reprieve to the dead, but this world is my first experience with the mortals on their own... 'turf'." He was not sure if his version of their Father would be forgiving but...
He bit his bottom lip, frowning deeply, "I am sorry. I know that loss must cut deeply." Even the vanishing of his Lucifer was terrible. And yet, it was mostly because, "Mine was here. He is no longer. He was meant to tell me the true meaning of Hell but he did not before he left." His expression became one of almost exhaustion, "Do try not to throw things into chaos while you are here."