Chapter Six
I stared at the place where Gabriel dissipated for long moments after the air and his life’s energy had cleared. God and her angels were debating the fate of mankind, and the deciding vote might come down to my memories.
Crap.
That did not bode well for humanity. My experiences were a mixed bag when it came to the human race. I’d seen them at their highest heights, but I’d been a victim of their lowest lows. Even worse, I spent my life cataloguing the highs, lows, and in-betweens because of my firm belief that all stories, even the ugly ones, should be told.
Crap.
If only Eden had told me she downloaded my memories as she knitted me a new body. If the Elohim had a bit of context for what they would see in my head, then perhaps I could sway them toward leniency for mankind.
