"Zamiel." Heaven tried to call the Zamiel she knew because this wasn't him.
He kept looking at her, now the storms in his eyes returning. He was angry again.
"You stabbed them. You… you stabbed a child several times."
"I am sorry." Heaven said. Even if it was a dream, it felt real to him and it must have been horrible to see her, the woman he loved, stabbing his family to death.
He shut his eyes tightly and his hands clenched into fists.
"Don't apologize." He said. "It's not your fault. It is mine."
Opening his eyes, he turned away from her and went back to bed. He sat down and buried his face in his hands.
Heaven just stood there for a while, looking at this troubled man. She didn't know what to do. She was still confused.
Carefully she approached him, and as if he was afraid by her closeness he looked up quickly. Heaven halted.
