In the past few weeks, one of the many things I have remembered was the moment of my fall. I struggle to write this, as the memory is intense, and filled with emotion, but I'll do my best. This is what little I remember:
I remember being held down, dragged, and restrained by others. They grabbed me violently as I struggled to break free, but I was overpowered by them. I don't know who they were, as I can't see them clearly. They drag me along, despite my struggling and writhing.
As they take me, I scream and yell things like "You can't do this to us!", "We don't deserve this!", or "We did nothing wrong!". I'm flooded with emotions at this point: anger, because I felt that this wasn't deserved; shock, because I felt nothing wrong had been done; and fear for what would happen to me.
They dragged me over to what was possibly a portal of some kind, (as Razi'el remembers, though it isn't entirely clear to me), and are prepared to throw me in, to abandon me, and leave me to fall. I remember looking over at Razi'el, and smiling softly, as if to reassure him, in hopes of comforting him somewhat. I simply said to him: "Farewell, Raziel. May we some day meet again, my friend."
That is all I remember of my fall, and even now it fills me with emotion, and makes me tremble. It is an intense memory, and one I do not like to recall often.