"But first, don't we need to talk to Jasim and find out how his people can help us? He did offer."
"This situation is my responsibility, not Jasim's!"
"Tabra, ever since this disaster began you haven't asked any other angel for help. You haven't asked your superiors, you haven't asked your equals. All you've done is create a bunch of new, novice angels you can boss around. Now someone comes along offering help, and you didn't even thank him? Should my sisters die, should I die, should you die just because you won't take help from Jasim? I don't know what went down between the two of you during the crusades, and I don't really want to know, but don't you think an experienced angel and ten thousand djinn might be of some use? A diversionary attack? Shared intelligence? Something?"
"You don't understand!"
"There's a lot of things I don't understand. It turned out my entire philosophy of the universe was wrong--I accept that. But when I took a class in seventeenth-century English poetry I did my paper on Paradise Lost. What's the sin he fell through, Tabra? He fell through pride."