"And this angel, who apparently has problems with morals and picking sides, is going to think my falling through the world is important." That's a line of logic she's not even well into following. She got the whole, if she breathes through the tension the threatens to still spider-crack her ribs, brought him back. From. You know. And is friend. But wanted him in some crazy Heavenly fight.


"He might have." Is almost obviously evasive. Leaning her back on the car. "I don't exactly keep track of his log sheets."
There were some things she couldn't get her hands on. And some she could. Stories from both sides of the pond.


But there are honestly some things she doesn't do. Some steps she knows would be too far to go forward.