"I cannot under these conditions--!" The protest cuts off with a frustrated noise in his throat as the fire spreads up his forearms, his hands raised in a halfheartedly defensive posture he knows will not do him any good. It is not fair, Daniel should not point these things out. He recognizes the hypocrisy of his statement, of the claim that mortals should control themselves under these conditions when he cannot. It is justified, though, is it not? They are made to be this way and he is not. The disadvantage is his.

He shakes his head again, the motion turning into a constant wagging back and forth of impotent disagreement. "It cannot be relative. There is a purpose, I had a purpose, and I understood when I saw from Heaven's perspective."