"Everything makes sense now…" Michael muttered again, quietly. "Hm, let me ask you a question, young girl."
He didn't call her seraph or little Raphael.
"What is your name? No, rather, who are you?"
'Huh?' Raphael was beyond confused and frightened. Everything felt so unreal, as if she was dreaming. 'I am Raphael!'
She tried to scream. What nonsense was he asking, why would Michael ask such an obvious question.
"Raphael? Are you saying that you are Seraph Raphael?" Michael asked as if he was able to read her mind.
'YES!'
"Hm, you are Raphael, huh?
"Are you sure that you are not Maya instead, young girl?" The cold voice was like a bucket of ice water dripping on her sleepy face, yet she couldn't move a muscle, not even to flinch. "Answer me. Are you sure that you're not Maya?
"The person you talked about, Raven, had saved someone named Maya, not Raphael. Why were you talking as if she had saved you?