"Well, then, I suppose our homes have more in common than I thought." Being in Heaven had always been frustrating in some way or another, but in earlier days, it had been a good frustration. When they were new and the world was new, there was frustration because of Gabriel and Lucifer's pranks, frustration because they were still learning of their Father's universe. Despite that, Balthazar had never imagined that one day he would be fed up with it all. In fact, to think of such a thing would have been ludicrous, something laughed off.

But now Heaven was so clinical, so militaristic, so...cult-like. It became frustrating in all-new, infuriating ways. Ways Balthazar became disgusted to think about. Once he had been a loyal soldier; loyal to his Garrison, loving of his brothers and Father. Now he was a thief. A drunk. "You're lucky; you're not brainwashed like the rest."