[ it's interesting. a similar but opposite experience to his own. life without his grace was too bright, too sharp, too loud. too much, and simultaneously dulled without the acuity of his angelic senses, without his ability to see beyond this world into the next. he was a living raw nerve, useless for anything.

but jack asks questions he can answer, and painful as the answers are, that's simple enough. ]

I listened to someone I shouldn't have, and he stole my grace to cast the angels out of Heaven. I... managed to track down the rest of what he'd hidden eventually, but only after stealing other angels' grace to temporarily regain my power.

[ he became an abomination. even now, he still considers himself such. there's no excuse for what he did, no reason good enough. but he did it anyway.

it's like he said: he's never wanted to be anything but an angel. ]