Kane did not move; her balance was slightly precarious. Before she had been injured she was not particularly skilled at maneuvering with her wings out and ow that they were leathery and injured with some gaps in the webbing she was even less adept. It was simpler and easier to remain as she was, pressed against the shower's glass for support as she regarded the man who had just, in her mind, lectured her.

"I like him," she stated simply with no elaboration. Anything additional she could say would have been further speculation on how she felt. To be perfectly honest with herself, anything beyond the notion that she liked him she was uncertain of; her concept of romantic love had been muddied by the conflicting experiences with Malik. If she did love him in any capacity, she wasn't sure that she would even be able to recognize it without assistance.

"He is...." her eyes traveled over the room briefly before refocusing on Dazriel. For a moment, her mind had wandered out of reality. "He worries for you. Worries for friends. Was not fast enough," she sighed, blinking slowly. Once more her thoughts wandered, although specifically this time to the moment they had both been impaled with Malik's sword. She had been swift enough to get to him in time, but not to have prevented the attack entirely. Perhaps if she had called on her armor....

"I took it back, took it all, but not enough. You waiver, unsure, but want me to not, when you have so little. He was, is, are falling, sometimes killing brutally, steeped in darkness. Everyone can fall, but not Kane." And this point she stepped froward, her legs unstable and her eyes gleaming, the pale violet backlit with a rosy pink that seemed to slowly start pushing itself through the haze that masked her entire visage. "I fought for good, fought for myself but he is right. I killed my own daughter for being what she was... because she refused to suffer. I am corrupting darkness. I am like him." All her allusions and pronouns were not explained. If Dazriel did not understand, he'd have to question Rei or Gabriel for Kane would offer no further answers.

Rei smiled gently at Gabriel and reached to pat his hand before she thought better of it; her blinding light, even dimmed by exhaustion, could still cause an adverse reaction in him as her brilliant proximity had done that morning.

"When Kane killed her daughter," Rei softly started, knowing that Dazriel might hear her but Kane was too lost in herself, "she went mad. I doubt she fully remembers, but the people Mercy had yet killed she did. Madness consumed her and though her eyes and hair were unaffected, her soul was darker than a moonless night. The entire down was left as smoldering rubble." Her voice was full of empathy and sympathy, although somehow devoid of a depressing sorrow. "I mourned her loss and sought to help her, but she shunned me and I feared without assistance she would never find the light again."

"Without explanation, though, she found her way back. As a seraphim I wished her to come further, but as a friend I felt fulfilled that she had found meaning in her life, a cause to champion. Even in that overwhelming blackness, something had lit. Even as she falls now, I have a quiet faith. Even if she were to kill me, I believe that she would find herself again- and I would only worry about her ability to forgive herself."

"You fell before her, but she did not turn you away and give up, for you are still here. I believe that is because despite being a demon, you have never fully turned. Demons, true demons like Malik, care only for themselves and their enjoyment. Right now, she is not lost: she would not have let herself get hurt for another if she were. We just need to be patient... and perhaps prepared for what may come before all is resolved." And here she smiled brightly with both her mouth and her eyes. The woman did not know pessimism or defeat; she only welcomed new challenges as a place in which to bring her grace.