Anael was not in much of a better state than Jack, for still being bound to this earth. No matter what assurances of progress his magical friends might make, God's silence weighed too heavily on him to let him hope. Magic or not, God's will surpassed everything, and Anael was no man, but a creature as intricately linked to God as possible.

He felt the heartache before he could see who it belonged to. It was a dull, deep ache, something that resonated with his own state of heart, with his own hopelessness. It was nothing he expected to feel coming from Jack, and when he spotted his friend, he stopped briefly on the pavement, before speeding up to catch up with him.

"Jack!" he called out, unable and unwilling to hold back his concern.