[ She frowns just a touch when Break tells her to not hold it against them. It feels hard, after all. Even if Ange doesn't really blame any of them personally - maybe just because they are her friends - she can blame them as a collective, at least. For not believing in her more. For not trusting her. For not even seeming to realise how much that hurts her.

Break's luck lies in the fact that he's quick to move on to something else, or rather a different angle on the same thing. It makes Ange's mind move right along before the witch can throw any sort of tantrum over here, even if she still doesn't exactly look happy. ]

Of course. I'm hurt. I'm tired of Trench.

[ She made that very clear to everyone. And she knows that Break knows that almost more than anyone else. ]

If they want to help me so bad, couldn't they help with this world? What good would it do them to drag me kicking and screaming out of here?