Jeremy

“Mister Sunshine. The archangel Uriel.

His gaze was focused exclusively on Michael, and his expression was anguished.

'You need not do this,' he said, his voice low, urgent. 'You have given enough and more than enough already.'

'Uriel,' Michael said, nodding his head deeply. 'I know.'

The angel held up his hand. 'If you do this, I can take no action to protect you,' he said. 'And this creature will be free to inflict upon you such pain as even you could not imagine.'

A sudden, sunny smile lit Michael’s face. 'My friend ...'

Uriel blinked, and rocked slightly, as if the words had struck him with physical force.

'... thank you,' Michael continued. 'But I’m not the Carpenter who set the standard.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game