While Gabriel gave orders and set plans into motion, Michael and the others made sure that their group was well and aware of the situation.“I’ll take good care of everyone,” said Lance confidently.Michael smiled. “I know you will. At least this way you get to head back to Delia sooner.”He smiled at that then forced it down. “I’d rather be with you and the others.”Michael shook his head. “That’s what you feel you need to say, and it’s what you’d do as your duty, but it’s not what you want. That’s fine. I’d never doubt your honor, Lance. You’re the finest man I’ve met here. I’m proud of you.”Lance nodded, unsure of exactly how to respond to that. “Thank you.”Michael clasped him on the shoulder for a moment, giving him a final nod before he took stock of the others. Marcus and Pyotr were waiting for him a bit further away, but Ollie and Blake were still standing together. She gave him a quick hit below the belt with two fingers, but pulled away when she hit a barrier. He laughed, and she pushed him before pulling him into a passionate kiss. They held that for a few moments before she pushed him away with a smack on his rear for good measure. Michael found the entire scene oddly sweet.“Gonna miss her?”“Depends on what I throw and if she’s paying attention,” replied Ollie with a grin.Michael laughed and they joined the others walking purposefully toward the command tent. He felt… light. He was worried about his grandchildren and his daughter-in-law, but he knew he would see them soon. Everything was just more right than it had been even days prior. He could hear the god’s whispers in his ears, their divinity passing through him more easily as that sense of rightness and light grew within him.They reached the tent and pushed their way inside. Gabriel was sharing a few quiet words with a man in full-plate. He gave him one pat on the shoulder and sent him away before turning (...)