I wonder what it was like from the angels’ point of view that Maundy Thursday night?

First, to see the final necessary Passover feast eaten by the Lamb who would redefine the whole tradition. Then, to see the Man with divine DNA wrestle with His destiny to the point of truest agony. And then, to witness the chaos of a sword-wielding defense and guards trying in vain to capture more than One prisoner.

I wonder, if angels have feelings, how they felt when the garden was once again silent and empty, and the moonlight shone upon the spot where they had strengthened Him.

And did they, to any greater degree than the scattered, bewildered disciples, know what was coming next?