As if all the strings had been cut, some of the angels had fallen to their knees with tears in their eyes. They had completely expected that their leaders would have gone right to another battle. This had been their lives. Their recent and even distant history.
Everything that the angels knew was war and fighting. They had not been able to even worry about the simplest goals in their own lives because they had known that one day they would be forced to fight over ideals yet again.
This was one of the reasons that so many of the angels had not been bright or motivated to go to small villages and grow them. That was also why some of those within the villages accepted that they were just there to wait for their death because they were weaker angels.
