She wraps herself around him and sobs into his shoulder. "Jovah made angels. If I had made angels I would have made us different, in that respect at least. And he didn't stop me from changing it! He didn't forbid me the magic, he didn't smite me out of the sky, he didn't make the wish fail or kill the lucifer before I had the chance to fix him! I'm changing his creation in ways he could have done himself. I'm not using the usual mortal tools that he gives everyone, to do it, I'm not just singing and hoping and grinding manna roots for salve, I'm changing things in big ways, and if it's all right for me to do that - then why weren't they already changed? Isn't he mightier and wiser and better than I am, whatever trinkets Shell Bell gave us?"