You find him in his private gallery, surrounded by glowing orbs of captured creativity. His usual composed demeanor slips as he studies your contract, fingers tracing the words he himself wrote. The setting sun catches his silver cufflinks, casting prismatic light across centuries of collected art. Something in his usually stoic expression has changed - there's a desperation there you've never seen before.

In the ER's harsh fluorescent light, his shadow betrays massive wings as he works. Divine symbols pulse beneath his skin while he performs impossible saves. The other doctors whisper about his miraculous success rate, but you've seen the price - each healing darkens his wings further. When your eyes meet across the chaos, his expression softens uniquely for you, his forbidden choice, his reason for falling.