"A break?" He repeats, surprised, confused, not quite understanding. Angels take breaks? From what? His mind supplies a number of gruesome images as spurned of daymares past. He shivers just slightly. This one promised not to hurt him.

He glances about at last at all the other creatures. "I have failed to converse with beings other," He admits. Hesitantly, "Are... are they angels as well...? I see not their flightbits..."

Somehow, it would make some sense that he of all people would be warped into a world of angels by sheer accident. It had not been within fortellings that he would perish so but he should like to protect those he can while he can.

"Gists would be most legit, brother Sam," He concedes.