No one can avoid being nostalgic for certain things, even angels.
[Michael! ] The girl turned her head and smiled at him, a sunny smile that could drive away all darkness. She carried the dark long bow on her back and stretched out her right hand towards him.
She was willing to be reduced to pariah status for him, banished from the city by humans.
Then she fled with her children.
That was his child, too.
Selgolin: "I have never regretted it, even if the encounter was fatal."
Uriel: "You will only kill her, Michael!"
Gabriel: "One day, this child will become a flashpoint between you and me. My dear brother, I love you so much, and you love a human being."
Michael: "I don't know, I only know that she is very important to me. Without Serge, Michael is a dead person in front of you."
Raphael: "Human beings cannot bear the power required to give birth to an angel child. The only thing waiting for her is death. Unless she is the Immaculate Conception."
Escape theater:
Selgolin: A beer, boss.
Boss: Little girl, you can't drink when you're pregnant…
Selgolin: Fart, didn't you see I was alone?
Boss: Well, Miss, the person behind you...
Selgoline: Damn, this is so fast... Hi, Michael.
Michael: You are very brave to drink behind my back...
Selgolin (whispering): It's okay if I'm not as bold as you.
Crowd: Hello, dead girl, goodbye girl