You have no idea what he's going through.
Imagine being 6 Juggernaut Star Scours the Universe and having to be all like "Metatron you fuckin' fine, all full of eyes and wings in your horrific bloated armor. I would totally wipe out the multiverse for you" when all he really wants to do is break another one on the wheel. Like seriously imagine having to be Juggs and it there in the VOID pretending to be some disgusting humanoid while Metatron and Michael whine and philosophize about fuck-all, the howling of the void barely overpowering the salty secretions of 82 White Chain's tears and Delicious' masturbation, and just sit there, "kneeling", hour after hour, while he pontificates about blades and true names. Not only having to tolerate the monstrous fucking almost-tits of White Chain while everyone goes METATRON LIVES and DAMN,6 JUGGS LOOKS LIKE THAT? because they're not the ones who have to get on their bike and fight in creation over millenia never getting to die while you're contorting into an ever more fleshy shape against your will.. You've been doing nothing but scouring the universe of criminals and fleshlings for your ENTIRE CAREER and you've only died 5 fucking times. You've never even looked twice at a human before but now you have hair, and you swear you can taste the saliva building in you not-tongue and your flame guttering out to be replaced with sweat glands and sarkomas, the Prime Angel smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in the "Word of God", these names he totally remembers and was like totally tortured to give up to Zoss and didn't spill at the first sight of his big brown bulge. And then Michael says you gotta show this deviant around, and you know you could hop back in your wheel and crush everyone in the room, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking 6 Juggernaught. You're half human but you're still a instrument of the Law. Just bear it. Sit on your bike and bear it.