[Gabriel's eyes watch as the bottle of pills were tucked away, feeling only a slight desire to ask for them. If they were to help with the pain it was tempting but he felt more like being stubborn and dealing with it, as if that would prove he's strong. Stronger than the pathetic human he'd been reduced to. He can't help but snicker at Michael.]

Teach me? What? How to be a good little human? [A scoff.]

I may be mortal now but I have no intention of becoming one of them.

[He pushes off the wall to approach his brother.]

So what now Michael? You've defeated me. Are you planning to just keep me like some sort of pet? Keep it a secret from your precious allies in Vega? You do realize Furiad will simply take my place and most likely attack. You've only cut off one head of this hydra, brother.