"No Al!" Angel's voice reverberated sternly off the walls in that tiny hotel room. It wasn't fear in his tone... but deathly serious expression was etched on his face like a stone statue. A pregnant paused passed between them, the spider clutching his Hellphone tightly in his claws before his brows softened ever so slightly.

"Like I said, this ain't about you." Taking a beat to shake his head. "You were right in your letter that we don't know shit about what the future might whole for us sinners down here. One day you might be gone. I can't keep hiding behind your coattails when shit hits the fan." Angel glanced away with a soft sigh. "This is somethin' I gotta do for myself."