Life.
I am a Mercurian, closer to humanity than all but the ancient Watchers. I interact with them in everything I do. It's my duty and nature to feel what they feel, to reach out my hand and touch their souls. I love my work.

But sometimes it is so hard to keep from crying. For all their imperfections, for all their troubles, I so often wish I were more human or a true human. The beauty of their lives. Their hopes and dreams. Their love for each other. In so many ways we are alike and in so many ways we are different.

So many claim to be superior to humanity on so many grounds. Moral. Strength. Power. But how can we be superior to something we can never truly understand? Will any of us ever know the feeling of growing old, of raising a family, of seeing hopes destroyed and reborn? Can there be anything greater than knowing that life came from your very body, created not by a higher being, but by YOU?

I can't believe there is.

The Inquisition would find me blasphemous, I think. With all their knowledge and haughtiness, they forget they not even they are perfect. Are my understanding and beliefs flawed or their ideas? Only God truly knows the answer to that.

Returning to Heaven is like going to the place of my birth (both metaphorically and literally), but the earth is my home. My deepest regret, my darkest secret, something I hide from myself if need be.

I regret that I never had a choice. I was not allowed to be born as a human, not allowed to live the splendid lives they know. I am an angel and an angel I will always be.

I love my work.