"I can't ever be the right person," Zadkiel said, his eyes on Gabe's hand now. His jaw tightened. "I can't see my wild card as a curse. I can do so much good with it. But they do. They see all manifestations of the virus as a curse. Divine retribution. So I can never go back and..." He shook his head, closed his eyes tight. "I wish He would tell me why. But it's not for me to ask God for His reasons. So it's half blessing, half curse and..." The lump in his throat grew so large he couldn't force any more words out around it.