A wave of guilt washed over the Archangel. He didn't know that Will wasn't aware entirely of what was having such an impact on his life. He had used the word gateway without thinking of the impact it might have. He had just assumed and that was bad form. He was relieved when he seemed to move on and give him a thoughtful answer. It was if Will had gone through a moment of realisation and acceptance, or perhaps he was just trying to make sense of it all.
Will's story was difficult to deal with. Was this the work of a Demon? Were they responsible? Or was this something like a Demon? Something that was just similar to Hell. It felt familiar but distantly so. And while Azrael wanted to ask Will more questions about it, he decided that for now perhaps it was best not to.
"I'm sorry... I really am" he said apologetically. It was clear he meant it. Clear he felt even a little helpless. Still, if someone could close this gate then perhaps there was a chance Azrael could? At least if he couldn't cast the gate out of Will safely, maybe he could find a way to seal it so that it didn't ruin the poor kids life any further? But he'd have to find a way to make sure Will wasn't stuck half way and that whatever being he spoke of couldn't reach him.
"Look, maybe we should get out of here before this place makes you ill, kid. Come on, I'll take you to get a milkshake or something. What do kids like these days?" he asked, a quizzical expression on his face. "I won't blame you if you don't trust me though, honestly. And it's fine but I'd really rather see you not get ill from breathing the crap in the air here" he said, wafting his hand in the air. Particles dances in the tiny shafts of light, picked up the draft his hand created.