Iunno. I'm not-- I don't let myself think about it too much. That way it won't hurt so badly when it doesn't happen.

[ It's an admission that's a lot easier to make when Rhys isn't around. It still feels vaguely shameful, though, and Angel drops her own gaze in favour of tracing the glowy swirls down her arm with a finger. ]

Which makes me kinda hypocritical for telling you not to give up, I guess. But you have to pick your battles, right? If you want to keep fighting at all?