In the end, there's only so far he can run from what's happened to himself.

(It wasn't his fault,) he tells himself. (He prepared in case the worst happened, got his Servitors safe. He was responsible. A responsible angel isn't a demon, even if they go to Warsaw and attempt to stop a riot through force. Right? It's all right.)

Only so far he can run before he's found and of course it's by a Seraph, hunting him down to show him the truth (Denial, I don't want to believe).

He'd been expecting Dominic, white and cowled and fearsome, ready to strike him down for his sins (what sins? What did he do wrong, what sins? He stopped riots and helped people find themselves. Warsaw was the beginning. What about Stonewall? Can Dominic say that was a bad thing? Worth it, wasn't it?)

He wasn't expecting this - not Litheroy, flashing golden before sinking (with a crash, the blare of trumpets announcing all that can be announced - strangely fogged to his ears. He starts to realize now.) into human Vessel. Litheroy's not particularly distinctive, despite that, a small man with glasses and dark hair and eyes that see too much and a smile that acknowledges everything he sees.

Litheroy looks at him and suddenly he knows, he can't deny it anymore, torn apart under the truth and knowledge and exposure in Litheroy's eyes (Impudite, demon, Impudite, Fallen, what has he done to himself Oh GOD)-

"Come home," Revelations says, gentle, and offers his hand.

For a moment, it's just that - the words hanging in the air, the offer, the Truth of what was and what could be again, everything in plain sight, nothing denied right at that moment, for that short amount of time.

Eli is sobbing as he reaches to take it.