[ She doesn't know, no. Not yet at any rate. In time, Peter will come clean to her about what happened, and Ange's part in it all. But all she does know is that Peter made a swift exit to K's for a few days following their argument. ]

Well, I know it's true he doesn't want to be here sometimes. I don't just mean... in Trench. I mean: he doesn't want to be alive. That it'd be better for him if he were dead.

[ That isn't something that's new to her. She's know that for a long time, known since they were all in Deerington. That that's how he feels about himself sometimes. ]

I know I have my part in keeping Peter alive. If I hadn't made my deal with Paimon, Peter's soul would be long gone by now. [ Either by the demon's own doing of pushing the boy out, or Peter would have long slipped into the abyss. ] I made sure Paimon left Peter alone, almost a bit like I... took ownership of his soul, in a way.

[ Peter's soul was hers. That was the part she loved. That was the part she wanted to keep. She made sure Paimon couldn't touch it, couldn't force it out of Peter's body. She inhales softly, her eyes remain lowered onto Peter for a long moment, her fingers still toying with his hair. ]

I told him that maybe he should just go into the ocean, go back home. At least that way he could be happy and have what he wanted and not resent me for loving him.

... It was a horrible thing to say.