He slipped away then, looking Crowley in the eye still. "It's to be on his own terms. That's fine with me, Crowley, but know that you'll never be fully Home when you cling to him and he stays like that." His tone was colder than ice, and he stood, a robe appearing over his form. "Cerenus, you fell on your own, you weren't cast out. You made your choice all on your own. Some of us didn't have that luxury, and you make a mockery of it by saying you were. I fell so far that my body and soul were broken for eons, that I bled for thousands of years. I still bleed." His voice became darker, colder, and far less human with each word he spoke, and his hair lifted from its position around his shoulders.
"You will not speak so casually of being Fallen, when you did no such thing. Zira will make his choice, and in that choosing, he will either allow you to come Home, or he will condemn you to the Gray. Either way, it is his decision upon which your existence is balanced."