She nodded, because Heather was right. "I could, yes. In fact, I saw them just the other day, as I said. But even for me, that is unorthodox. Do you know your Bible well?" She asked the girl. "How often do I ever appear to my subjects like this. In any form? I prefer to send emissaries... to not get directly involved. That's the way of things."
Because when She got involved, a certain balance was undone. That balance She strode so carefully. "I gave all of you Free Will. I can influence you, but I cannot take from you directly. Then there's Ruby... she's the Morningstar's, and while I do have rule over all things his, we have an agreement he and I. She must come to me. I can Choose my champions and my prophets to combat those that belong to him, but she must come to me. So I do what I must to make her. I know it seems... odd, all of the rules, but they're necessary. Balance."
She sighed again when Heather spoke of Sam's training. "No, you do not understand. It won't stop, Heather, and I-- you'll feel horrible, child, if you let it happen. If you let walk that path to his destruction. I've done it before. I almost feel as if I'm doing it again." It all circled back to those she Chose. It wasn't even about Sam, not really. It was about that tenuous hold on her Chosen that would snap -disappear- if he was forced to put down his own brother. She could stop it easily, but... Free Will. It always came back to that.