"Seriously, don't call me that. I just barely put up with the 'angel' bullshit. You know. Respecting your elders and all," she sneers.
"And you can't even see what's going on around you sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you. These two are dead. Now they're walking. I'm working with them, and I have a mortal wound through my chest." The expression on her face is angry and harsh.
"Doesn't that tell you part of the story, darling? Tell me what you think happened."
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