"I don't like it here."

"Where else are you gonna go?"

"I could find a place."

"Riiiiight."

"I guess it's all right. I can deal with what I have to..."

"Besides, it's not that bad. Food, shelter, no excessive natural light..."

"I feel too guilty to really leave, anyway."

"Guilt is a strange thing. It messes up your mind."

"Everything here does that. I miss Quor-toth."

"Darkness and demons to kill. What else could somebody ask for?"

Angel walked, concern written on his face, over to the corner where his son stood alone.

Connor turned to him.

"I'm just thinking."