There was something freeing in letting himself be manhandled, letting it all happen. Anael caught himself against the dresser, looked his head over his shoulder at the slap, then hissed as it dropped forward again when Robin grabbed his wing. He didn't want to explain, how he had let God down. But he needed to. He ought to feel ashamed, unworthy. So the words came out in a rush of shameful truth. "I was one of Their generals. I vowed never to bear arms again. I refused to relent, repent."