"Not the same people, just certain ones that are bound to us..." Gabrielle's eyes grew large as what else Iolaus said finally sunk in. "Michael? Blonde with black wings, Archangel Michael?"
She cupped his cheeks once again, this time to hold his head still while she searched his eyes. "You met Michael? The only way I know that you can see him or meet him is through death. What happened, Iolaus?"
It didn't matter that he was sitting in front of her, and it didn't matter that she herself just came back from the dead. It tore at her soul that he had died.
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Date: 2006-08-02 01:25 am (UTC)She cupped his cheeks once again, this time to hold his head still while she searched his eyes. "You met Michael? The only way I know that you can see him or meet him is through death. What happened, Iolaus?"
It didn't matter that he was sitting in front of her, and it didn't matter that she herself just came back from the dead. It tore at her soul that he had died.