"I have these." Sam held up the smallest pair of scissors he'd found, the one by one of the first aid kits they kept around. He hoped it looked as non-threatening as possible, while also being a good tool for the job. "Let me cut it, yeah? You're only going to hurt yourself more if you pull on it."

His heart hurt looking at Raphael like this. It wasn't right. He was an archangel. He was a hero, he had fought for the good of humanity. For the world. "Please, Raphael. I won't hurt you. I want to help."