"Not this Uriel, no -- not least because he's dead. And the rest of them -- "

Again she flicks her fingers, disdain fairly plastered across her face.

"There's a difference between obedience and blind obedience. No one ever seems to think I understand that."

Michael leans forward, shoulder blades flexing underneath her T-shirt almost like wings.

"And predestination is just another convenient fiction. I wouldn't be here talking to you if the ending was already written."