"Gladly," though his voice spoke otherwise. "First you'll have to find a way to live without it. I hear it's somewhat necessary for a human body." Speaking of, how had these things just not dropped dead out of sheer exhaustion? He almost felt pity for the fragile creatures his Father had left loose on the Earth so long ago. Almost, anyway, let's not jump the gun here. It was amazing how the monkeys made it through a singular day without dying in some horrible fashion.

This week had given him a new appreciation for the body he was in, though not for the race as a whole. It wasn't the healthiest of vessels, nor the best suited for a week-long trek through a barren wasteland, but he had made it. Somehow. "Archangel Gabriel defeated by disagreeable blood vessels. Yes, that would be rather bad publicity." Balthazar speak for, 'I'm glad you'll be alright.'