[Des's knees buckle at the touch of Azrael's wing, but he manages to keep standing, staring straight ahead, frowning as Lucifer rants. He feels very small and insignificant again, standing before this distressed angel as the scenery changes around them.
He swallows, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth has gotten.]
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He swallows, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth has gotten.]
I can take a guess at what happened next.