Gabriel: You were so close, David. You had it all figured out. The stage was set for you! Yet you still managed to follow the Shepherd...
Dave Lee: ... O'Brien?
Gabriel: I truly have to hand it to you, you managed to live your entire life completely clueless. You are a fool. Your existence has meant nothing. Only a matter of time until I move on to your cop friend. He seems like an easy target.
Dave Lee: You're not real. You're not gonna accomplish anything.
Gabriel: Oh, David... you have already done all of my bidding for me!
CAN'T YOU SEE?
I DECEIVED THEM.
SUCH WEAK MINDS.
— You know... that was a very nice thing you did for me.
— Shut up.
— I know about the Mark. I have your grace. I make the rules. Heh, it's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
— We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um... What's the phrase?... blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.
— Learn it, live it, love it.
J’attends vos doigts purs sur ma face,
Pareils à des anges de glace,
J’attends qu’ils mouillent mes regards,
L’herbe morte de mes regards,
Où tant d’agneaux las sont épars!
Oh, though the battles won
The war has just begun
No time for love
You gotta run, you gotta run
And there, there they go again
The voices in your head telling you
You don't belong here
You don't belong here
Oh, let go of the lie
Oh, leading to the fire
Went a long way when you fell
Like an angel in hell...