Timothy's first impression of New Haven made him realize one very important detail: Jack hadn't been kidding – the place really was a junk heap. Nestled between gigantic piles of scrap and other things he'd rather not think about; it was very hard not to call this town exactly what it was: a slum. Timothy found it hard to believe that Pandora's mightiest heroes called this place home. He guessed he could understand the whole 'endless supply of resources' angle, but on the other hand, he would really rather live in a place where scratching yourself on something didn't warrant a tetanus shot.

He'd expected to feel a lot more relieved with this escort mission coming to an end, but something was still keeping him on edge. It didn't help any that Angel had been a solid wall of silence since they abandoned their commandeered train nearly a day ago. After getting rid of Nisha, the journey should have been a pretty relaxed one. His offer to linger around in the last town had been angrily rejected by Angel who wanted to get to New Haven 'right now.' Despite the fact that she'd barely spoken ten lines to him since then, the mood between them had remained tense the rest of the trip.

Of course, Timothy knew exactly why she was angry at him. Angel had gotten her first taste of what murder would be like and she wasn't very appreciative. The fact that Nisha had been trying to kill them at the time didn't seem to get through to her and after a while, he'd stopped trying to talk to her. What had followed was the single most depressing car ride of his entire life – which was saying something considering the week he'd had so far. At least Miss Doom-And-Gloom wouldn't be his problem for much longer. So why wasn't that thought more appealing?

And that was the problem, wasn't it? He was about to get rid of his last obligation, his last connection to everything that he was. But once Angel was gone... he had nothing. He would go back to being a nobody with no one. As sad as it was, when Angel had needed him, he'd felt well… needed. It also wasn't helping that Angel seemed to have absolute faith in a group of people that hadn't exactly left a good impression on Timothy. These are the same people that tried to destroy an entire station full of innocent people just to kill one man. Jack may have been an asshole, but that didn't make the Vault Hunters saints.

Timothy tried to ignore his uneasiness as their truck stopped in a cloud of dust on the edge of town and risked a glance at his solemn companion. "We're here. Put on your jacket: we don't want anyone seeing those tattoos."

"My friends won't turn me in." By now, they were well aware of Tassiter's little eulogy. The Hyperion Network had played it so consistently for the past day that Timothy could a recite every word verbatim at this point. He'd initially worried about Angel's reaction after the first time hearing it, but even she didn't believe for a second that Tassiter would say something like that about her father out of the kindness of his heart.

Timothy slipped on his bandanna – almost used to the smell by now, "Can you say the same for everyone else around here?"

Angel shrugged into her jacket and hopped out of the vehicle without another word. Yep, just taking precautions. Fuck me, right? Likewise, he slipped out of his door and followed Angel into the shantytown. The interior of the town wasn't exactly an improvement. It looked like a lot of the buildings were held together with duct tape and wishful thinking.

As the two walked into town, the sounds of metal banging ceased. "Oh mannn, looks like we's got some new blood!" Angel startled slightly in front of Timothy and he nearly bumped into her. Looking for the source of the voice, he found an incredibly grimey man leaning against a runner wiping oil from his hands – not that it was helping any. "So what'chu all lookin' for? 'Cause if y'all'r lookin' for a ride, then you've found it. I can totally hook you up with the sweeetest set a wheels this side'a anywhere."

What in the hell… Apparently, the wildlife wasn't the only thing on Pandora that was strange. Appearance aside, Timothy was having a hard time even understanding a lot of what was coming out of his mouth. However, it didn't seem like Angel had this problem since she walked right up to him.

"Hi Scooter," she said in the nicest tone Timothy had heard all week. Huh?

Scooter's eyebrows all but disappeared under the brim of his hat. "Have we met? 'Cause rakks to runners I'd definitely remember a pretty face like yours, prob'ly."

"Aww thanks, but no," Angel laughed. "I've just heard your advertisements a lot on the radio." She never thanks me for anything, Timothy sulked. Like, seriously, what was going on here? She spots one familiar face – that doesn't even know her – and suddenly it's all smiles and rainbows. "We're just stopping by to see some uh… old friends."

"Weeell if y'all plannin' to stick around, you might wanna go on and check in with Helena Pierce for the go ahead," Scooter nodded towards the tallest building down the road. "Then maybe later I can maaaybe show ya the hotel?"

Seriously? "Thanks, but I know where it's at," Angel smiled, completely oblivious to the proposition. Timothy was now completely convinced Angel was either painfully naive, or a much better actor than he was. "See you later!"

"Yeah, guess I'll see ya 'round…not that I'm like watching you or anythin'," he laughed awkwardly. "I'm just always around 'cause I live here and uhhh… yeah. See ya later!"

Why the hell was Angel acting so familiar with a total stranger? Timothy waited until they were out of earshot of Angel's new admirer before leaning over to hiss in her ear, "Yeahhh, that wasn't creepy at all."

Angel arched a brow. "Scooter? He's harmless."

"Harmless like a priest in Sunday school," Timothy snorted.

"What does that even mean?" Angel's good mood seemed to instantly sour. "Quit being so judgmental."

Okaaay, painfully naive it is. Timothy decided it wasn't worth the inevitable argument and he was definitely not about to give her 'The Talk.' Arriving at the building in question – one of the few that wasn't haphazardly put together – they stepped inside without further interruption. As they walked into the hall, they were treated to their first glimpse of Helena Pierce. Timothy did a double take as the woman in question looked up from her desk at their presence. Woah. Ouch. Jack wasn't kidding about her either.

"Yes? What are you doing here?" She fixed him with a surprisingly powerful glare for only having one good eye.

"We're here looking for the Vault Hunters," Angel informed her. "We need to talk to them."

This seemed to pique her curiosity. "Talk? People usually don't come looking for the Vault Hunters to talk."

Now suffering under Pierce's intense glare, Angel worried at her sleeves. "They're my f-friends."

"We'll see about that," Pierce intoned as she stood up from her desk. "You wait here." With one last suspicious once over, she walked out of the room and up the stairs.

"I bet she's a riot at parties," Timothy observed lightly. "What's with the third degree?"

"She's not so bad," Angel said, although her tight expression seemed to agree. "She's just looking out for everyone."

Timothy once again found himself mystified that the girl who hadn't been outside in years seemed to be so familiar with this town and its inhabitants. He'd never questioned her wanting to reach the Vault Hunters. After all, they were the 'good guys.' But now he was starting to suspect that there was more to it than that, and he didn't like being left in the dark. Still, it's not like it would matter in a few minutes anyway. If she did know them, he'd know soon enough. They didn't have to wait long for Ms. Sunshine's return. She walked into the room followed closely by a very familiar person.

One look at them, and Roland's assault rifle was in his hands and pointed at Timothy's chest so fast that he didn't even have time to react. "Lose the bandanna, you're not fooling anyone."

Timothy held out one hand in non-threatening manner as the other pulled the dirty rag down his face. "Okay… let's ahhh – let's calm down a bit."

Roland didn't bother replying. Instead, he spoke into his ECHO device. "Everyone, I need you in Pierce's office right now."

This was met with a groan of disappointment. "Really? I just got a good hand and -"

"Now, Mordecai," Roland's tone left no room for argument. Cutting off the call, he turned his attention back to Timothy. "You've got some explaining to do."

If things weren't tense before, they definitely were now. Timothy looked to Angel for support, who only shrugged in reply. Of course, he'd never expected this first meeting to go down well, but having a gun pointed directly at him wasn't exactly helping him keep his cool. He'd kind of been hoping that Angel would have said something to her old friend by now, on the other hand, maybe she would have them kill him. Well, shit. He'd never really considered that angle before.

"Heeey, could you maybe point the gun somewhere that's not – y'know – directly at me?" Timothy began nervously. "I promise not to do anything. Look, hands up and everything. It's just that I'd rather not accidentally get shot or… something."

"Safey's on," Roland said coolly as he patted his gun.

"Greaaat. How comforting."

Moments later, the rest of the Dream Team filed into the room out of breath. They really did look just like Jack's pictures – sans his creative license. Of course, Lilith was the first one to say anything once her eyes landed on himself.

"What the hell is he doing here? Does this mean the broadcast was true?" The look of surprise on her face could best be described as similar to a person who wasn't sure if they'd just stepped in a steaming pile of shit.

"That's exactly what we're going to find out," Roland said stiffly. "So, is the broadcast true?"

"Some of it…" Timothy slowly admitted.

"Which parts?"

"Well, I did kill Handsome Jack and that is his daughter," Timothy elaborated.

"Like hell you did," Lilith snorted. "I killed Handsome Jack."

"No, you didn't," Timothy corrected. "You just managed to give him the world's most painful makeover."

"Well, he looked dead when I walked away," Lilith shrugged, much to Roland's displeasure.

"Wait a minute. How do we even know that this guy isn't Jack?" Mordecai interjected. "Jack could've fixed his face up for all we know."

There was a short silence in the room as the Vault Hunters exchanged glances. "Mordi's got a point," Brick agreed. "Prove it."

...Prove it? He'd never actually thought about how he'd prove he's not Jack. "You guys heard the broadcast: Jack is dead. I'm the one that killed him. What more proof do you want?"

"I've got no reason to trust Hyperion," Roland finally lowered his gun. "You're going to need to do better than that."

Timothy glanced at Angel with a look of utter exasperation. "Angel, could you please inform your buddies that I'm not your dad?"

Angel crossed her arms. "He's not my father."

"Oh, well, two people said it so it must be true," Lilith sniped. "Why don't we save ourselves the trouble and kill them both? I can do it."

The fact that none of the others seemed to offer any resistance to Lilith's suggestion began to make Timothy panic just a little bit. I thought these were supposed to be Angel's friends. How the hell was he supposed to prove that he wasn't Jack? He looked like Jack, he acted like Jack, he sounded like… oh. Pinching his fingers around his throat he could just barely feel the bumps from where the vocal modulator rested in his throat. The doctors had given him very specific instructions not to scratch, poke, or rub at the spot where it lay. After one curious attempt, he'd quickly figured out why.

Resigning himself to eternal shame, Timothy gripped the spot and squeezed. "There. You happy?" Timothy fought back a cringe as his own squeaky voice met his ears. "This definitely isn't Jack's voice."

There was another short silence as everyone exchanged incredulous glances before Brick's booming laughter echoed throughout the room. "Oh my god. Do it again – and this time talk like one of them midgets."

Timothy wished they would just kill him as the four Vault Hunters broke out in laughter. He tried to ignore Angel's stare and refused to meet her shocked expression. Clearing his throat back to normal, he waved away their laughter. "Okay, are we good now? Clearly not Jack here." When everyone ignored him, Timothy peevishly raised his voice, "Seriously? Fuck you guys!"

"Know what? You're good," Roland's chuckles died away. "So is your name actually Timothy?"

"Well, now that I voided my contract: yes it is."

"Well Timothy, you did the world a favor killing Jack," Roland finally sobered before looking over at Angel. "So what are you doing with her and what are you doing here?"

Timothy was anxious to get the spotlight off of him for a change. "Y'know, she can explain this one because I'm just as curious as you guys."

Roland's attention finally focused on the girl before him as she worried her sleeves in her hands. If Hyperion had been correct about her, that meant Timothy had been the one to kill her father. Roland didn't have to be a genius to realize that people didn't generally travel with their father's killer. When Pierce had come to get him, she said that he had a 'friend' waiting downstairs and Angel didn't look like anyone they'd dealt with before. Although, there was something about her that seemed familiar. Of course, he could just chalk that up to having seen her face so many times in the last couple of days.

"So, what's your story?" Roland encouraged her.

She finally stilled her hands with a sigh. "I thought you guys would recognize me."

"Yeah, you do seem kinda familiar in an insane megalomaniac's daughter sorta way," Lilith joked.

Angel seemed taken aback by this before saying, "I'll show you." Angel closed her eyes, and at once, all of their ECHOs lit up with a familiar ethereal image they hadn't seen in years. "Now do you see?" her disembodied voice asked them.

As the image faded away, the room was left in stunned silence. No… there was no way. And yet, it suddenly made sense why she looked and sounded so familiar. The last time she talked to them, she'd apologized for using them to kill the Destroyer and left without another word. And for three years, Pandora's Guardian Angel had been silent... until now.

"So you're the Guardian Angel?" Roland clarified, and Angel gave a silent nod of confirmation.

"You used us," Mordecai accused.

"Hey, you remember that time she told us the Vault was full of loot?" Lilith said mock-cheerfully.

"Yeah, that was sucky," Brick agreed.

"That's enough," Roland reigned them in since they'd be here all day with a rant he'd heard numerous times before. "So, why'd you do it?"

Angel opened and closed her mouth for a moment as she tried to stutter out a response, "W-well I ah… we had to do it. Atlas was after the Vault and we couldn't let them open it," she pleaded.

Roland wanted to believe it was as simple as that, but this was Jack's daughter they were talking about and Hyperion had been awfully quick to show up after the Vault opened. "And you expect us to believe your father had no part in this?"

"Yes – I mean, no," Angel breathed out a sigh of frustration. "But we didn't know what was in there."

At least she wasn't trying to lie to them… again. Roland had already figured out that Jack must've known about the Vault after seeing the Eye of Helios. The fact that he was asking at all was only to see if she would admit it.

"But you knew what was in there," Mordecai pointed out. "You're the one that told us about the Destroyer."

Angel groaned. "No, you don't understand. The Destroyer wasn't what was in the Vault - well, it was in the Vault – but it wasn't the prize."

"What was the prize? Tentacles and disappointment?" Lilith said sarcastically.

"No no no. The prize wasn't a thing, it was this -" Angel gestured at the ground beneath them. "It's Pandora. The climate changes, the eridium; the Vault's changing the planet. It's like… like terraforming, but infinitely more complex."

Pierce, who had remained indifferent to the conversation going on in her office, finally looked up from the terminal on her desk, "She's right. I've been here during summer and winter, and the planet's never been like this before. When Dahl was here, we mined tons of earth to find traces of eridium and now we've got people picking it up off the ground. Something's definitely changed since you opened that Vault."

The entire thing seemed ridiculous, and yet Roland couldn't deny it himself since he'd seen it with his own eyes. Of course, he'd never been through a winter on Pandora and he figured all the climate changes were the norm. Even so, in the back of his mind, he knew that something was off. All you had to do was walk outside at night and see the purplish light glowing in the sky across the far horizon to know things were stranger than normal. The fact that Hyperion was mining the eridium in that area couldn't account for all of that.

"Well, that might explain the vault," Roland conceded. "But what are you doing here?" Whatever Angel had done to them in the past was just that – the past. Roland didn't care to dwell on her betrayal and it wasn't like the Vault was making the planet any worse. Now if Hyperion came looking for the two of them, that would be his problem.

"Y'know, this wasn't exactly my first choice either," Timothy scoffed. "She's the one who just had to come and see her friends." There's that word again. That was one hell of an assumption considering what she'd done.

"I needed somewhere to go in case Hyperion came looking for me." Angel looked awkwardly down at her shoes. "I just didn't think they would figure it out this... quickly."

Timothy waved her off. "Naaah, it's fine. They don't know. I made sure of that."

"They have to know something," Angel insisted. "It's been days since we've escaped. If they cared so much, they would have said something before."

"Impossible: I deleted it all – and blasted the computer on the way out, remember?"

This only seemed to agitate Angel further. "Computers can be fixed and deleting something doesn't mean it's gone!"

Timothy's relaxed expression morphed into one of disbelief. "Then what's the delete function even for?!"

Roland had heard enough of their vague bickering. Just listening to the two of them argue was giving him a headache. "And what does Hyperion know?" He ground out, and the two of them instantly stopped like two children caught in the act by adults.

Timothy gave a mock-bow in Angel's direction. "This one's all you."

Angel worried at her sleeves once more before taking a deep breath and unzipping her jacket. "This… is what they know," she said lamely as the fabric gave way to undulating blue tattoos down her arm which began to glow a brilliant white.

A Siren? Suddenly, everything added up. She'd always known where they were, what they were doing, and how to help them at every turn. Apparently the Guardian Angel being some mystical being wasn't that far off. Still, Roland found himself at a loss for words on how to respond.

Brick was the first to recover from the revelation, "Dayum. My mind's blown." Yeah, that just about covers it.

"Lemme get this straight. You're a Siren, Hyperion's after you, and now you want us to protect you?" Mordecai summed up. "Nuh-uh. You're on your own."

"Yeah, nothing personal, but we're not gonna risk our asses fighting Hyperion over you," Lilith agreed.

"Roland, you know we can't take on Hyperion, even if we wanted to help," Brick reminded him.

"Alright, let me think," Roland sighed. He turned away from Timothy and Angel as his mind weighed the options. Brick was right – they all were. Hearing the news of Handsome Jack's death for the last couple days had been a relief. Roland had always worried that Jack would retaliate after what they had done on Helios. It wasn't a matter of if Jack would come after them, but when. And he wasn't about to endanger the lives of everyone here all over again, especially not for one person.

It didn't take long to come to a decision, and Roland turned back and slowly looked over the faces of everyone in the room. He could see the anger… and the worry written on the faces of his friends. The could see the fear on Angel's face as she nervously twisted her jacket in her hands. And he could see the grim resignation on Timothy's face, an exact copy of Jack's when he killed those scientists to save the moon.

"I'm sorry, Angel," Roland began. "We can't make an enemy out of Hyperion. You can stay the night, but I need you gone by tomorrow," he turned his attention to the woman at the desk. "Is that alright with you, Helena?"

"One day," she allowed.

"Are you kidding me?!" Timothy nearly shouted. "You had no problem making Hyperion your enemy when you destroyed Jack's toy and ruined his face! How is this any different?"

"Destroying the laser was necessary," Roland countered before casting a disapproving glance at Lilith. "And Jack wasn't supposed to survive. We caught a lucky break when you killed him and I'm not about to throw it away."

Angel worried her lip as Timothy seethed in silence. "Please, Roland. What am I supposed to do? I've got nowhere else to go."

Roland couldn't meet Angel's eyes as he responded, "I don't know. You're going to have to figure that out."

The room was silent except for Angel's sniffling as she held back tears. "We're not friends anymore, are we?"

Not knowing what to say to that, Roland watched as Angel slowly walked out of the room, hating himself. Timothy made to follow before abruptly stopping in his tracks and turning back around. "Some fucking heroes you guys are," he spat before jogging out after her.

That's where Timothy was wrong. There were no heroes on Pandora.

"Angel!" Timothy called after her. "Where are you going?"

Angel brushed the tears out of her eyes and continued marching towards the edge of town. "I'm leaving. You paid your debt – you can do whatever you want."

They were leaving her. They were all leaving her. The Vault Hunters didn't want her here and Timothy was about to leave her too. Angel had made it clear that she wanted him gone once they reached New Haven and Timothy had been all too comfortable with that. But she hadn't expected her friends to turn their backs on her. And that was the problem: they weren't her friends.

When her father first brought up the idea of using Vault Hunters to open the Vault, Angel had been quick to volunteer herself as the means to do it. Her father hadn't even thought to ask her and it was Angel herself that had come up with the persona of the Guardian Angel… and it had been amazing.

For the first time since she was a kid, she actually got to interact with people; to talk to them, to help them, to be apart of their lives. They were the one thing that broke the monotony of her day-to-day existence. It had been years since her father had last brought in scientists for testing, and with nobody but him to talk to, the days seemed to drag on forever. Sure, she'd had access to the entire ECHOnet, but she was never allowed to connect to anyone. In short: she'd been alone.

Being the Guardian Angel had been exciting. The world of Pandora was so… alive. Sure it was violent and crazy, but it was never boring. And when the Vault Hunters eventually showed up, she finally had the one thing she wanted the most: friends. They listened to her, they worked with her, they appreciated her. She'd long since stopped expecting her father to do the same.

It all made her feel so stupid now. Of course they weren't her friends. To them, she hadn't even been a person. She was just the Guardian Angel – a mystical being who existed only to guide them on their quest. She'd been so busy building them up in her own mind that she'd never considered that it didn't go both ways. It almost made her want to scream in frustration.

Needing to get away before everything overwhelmed her, Angel rushed out the front gates just as Timothy fell into step at her side. He veered off towards the truck, but Angel kept walking down the dirt track. He was midway through opening the truck door before he noticed she wasn't following.

"You planning to walk wherever you're going?" He called before slamming the door closed and coming after her.

"Yes, you can keep the car. I'll get another one." Hacking into a Catch-A-Ride was child's play after all.

"You can't drive," Timothy reminded her.

"I'll learn," she snapped back.

"You should at least take their offer for the night unless you plan on sleeping out there," he reasoned.

"I don't want their pity, I wanted their help."

"What did you expect? I don't know the full details, but I don't think friends use each other," he admonished.

"You don't know anything about it."

"Because you didn't tell me. If you had, I could have told you this was gonna happen and saved us a trip," Timothy's voice was starting to rise as well.

"It didn't involve you."

"It did the second I decided to bring you here."

"Oh, and you weren't keeping things from me?" Angel stopped short and turned to face him. "What's this laser they were talking about and why does everyone hate my dad?"

It had been unnerving to hear the Vault Hunters talk so casually about the need for her father's death. Sure, Timothy had talked about him like he was the worst, but then she wasn't expecting an honest perspective from the man who killed him. She'd always known her father could be difficult, but in spite of that, he'd been loved by everyone within Hyperion – except Tassiter. Now suddenly, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Timothy ran a hand through his hair and looked reluctantly away. "That's ahhh… it's complicated."

"Try me."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he began with a sigh. "Okay, long story short: Jack created a giant laser super weapon that he planned to use it to fix the bandit problem on Pandora. Then this Crazy Bitch decides to hijack it and try to blow up the entire moon." Angel was familiar with that at least. "Alright, so, me and a few mercenaries your father hired had to try and stop her; and in the process we recruited the help of a couple of your pals and Moxxi. Along the way, we got betrayed by an old friend of Jack's and when it looked like it may have happened again, he decided to kill a bunch of scientists aboard the station rather than risk the whole moon. Roland and Lilith didn't take too kindly to that, and together with Moxxi, they tried to destroy the entire station just to stop Jack from having that laser. Jack didn't take that well – at all. On top of that, after Jack got his hands on the Eridian Relic that the Crazy Bitch wanted to destroy, Lilith destroyed the relic – along with most of his face."

Timothy ceased pacing and paused for a few seconds to catch his breath. "After all those betrayals by people he trusted, Jack went… crazy. He started planning to kill every last bandit and Vault Hunter on Pandora. Whoever your father was before, he was gone by then."

Angel was devastated... but not as surprised as she probably should have been. Her father had often talked about bringing peace to Pandora. It was supposed to be his greatest achievement: taming an untameable world. A giant laser sounded like the kind of idea he would have thought of; clean and efficient. But to hear how far he'd fallen was nauseating. How could the person she'd known become so... twisted? Is that why Timothy had - "Is that why you killed him?"

"Not exactly," he sighed. "Jack and I got into an argument right about the time he was planning to destroy New Haven. I disagreed and your dad doesn't take criticism well. I uhh – I panicked and… and I killed him."

"Okay," Angel said at last. It was… a lot to take in and she didn't know what else to say. The man Timothy described was impossible to reconcile with the father she had known. "Thanks for… for telling me the truth."

"Yeah... I guess you deserve to know," he had trouble finishing. "So what about you? What're you gonna do?"

Of that, Angel had no idea... and this terrified her. Hyperion was after her, she could barely survive out here, and her only backup plan had just kicked her out the door. "I don't know. I hadn't planned for this... I've got nothing."

A slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth. "Well, y'knooow, I've also got nothing. So I was thinking, we could both have nothing alone, or we can both have nothing together. Whad'ya think?"

Despite everything, Angel felt herself smiling back. And once again, his optimism makes a comeback. She still hated him of course; that wasn't about to change. She couldn't believe that she was considering the idea of traveling with the man that murdered her father. Then again…

"You know that we still don't have a plan," she reminded him.

"We'll figure it out in the morning. For now, let's go find that hotel. I know I could use a shower."

Angel knew he was using the shower as a bargaining chip to make her agree to go back. "I know what you're doing and I don't want to go back there. If we're traveling together, then no more lying."

"Fine by me," he agreed. "But we still need somewhere to stay tonight. Besides, what's the worst that can happen – they reject you again?"

Angel nearly wanted to slap him. "Don't do that. Every time you ask 'what's the worst that can happen' something worse happens!"

Timothy turned his nose up at her. "I don't know what you're talking about. A pox be upon you and your silly superstitions."

"Pft – you're an idiot," was the only thing she could think to say to such a thing, and together, the two of them slowly walked back into town.

A/N: Alright, another quicker than usual update. Still don't get used to it. Anyway, we got a few things to address here so hold onto your pants.

First thing: the day/night cycle on Pandora. In canon, this cycle lasts as long as 90 hours, and we've decided to change it to half. The reason why is because it'd make for dull scenery to constantly write so many chapters in day/night and it just causes more problems within the narrative than what it's worth.

Another thing: in our story, Roland & Co. have never met Timothy before. The reason is pretty obvious here. It makes zero sense to go through the trouble of having a body double if everyone and their dog knows you have one. Yeah, we thought that was stupid too and changed that. Now you know.

Last thing: our portrayal of Jack as Angel knows him. We know it's very popular in the fandom to portray Jack as a victim or a complete monster. And frankly, we think it's disingenuous to be so dismissive of a character's complexity. It just doesn't do them justice. In that same vein, you'll notice that our Vault Hunters aren't absolute heroes. That's just not the nature of the Borderlands universe.