Oh, Beckett, you sound terrible...

[He doesn't want him fussing, he knows that. But he can't keep the pity out of his voice. It's so much easier right now, feels so much better to ignore his own ugly, gnawingly painful anger, and focus on someone else's feelings and well-being.]

I'm afraid trials without cause don't sound like Him.

[They sound exactly like Him.]

And even if it did, He wouldn't send me without an Archangel to monitor my progress.