[ This conversation hurts. Partially because, yes, he can see Ange in this. Her desire to protect others, her desire to put things to right. It's all there - but then she goes and says something like that, something that hurts and digs into him like a knife, and... he's right back to thinking something is wrong.

His grip on her arm tightens, his face settling into an expression that's somewhere between worried and angry. It's hard not to feel hurt by that. Impossible, even. But he's trying to remind himself that Ange isn't... well. She's not herself right now, is she? ]

I told you once before - I'm not going to abandon you.

[ And he meant it. He won't leave her alone, not if he can help it. ]

But I also don't know if this is right. We've disagreed before, haven't we? Think smarter - there's got to be ways that aren't mass destruction of the whole city or just... walling yourself off into a castle in the sky!