( angela hesitates, her lips pressed in a tight, thin line.

it still feels wrong, interacting with them when she knows what's become of them. it still feels horrible, speaking with roland when she knows how he really feels. how she thinks he really feels. )

...You could probably convince Yesod, ( is what she says instead, shaking her head. ) But cut your losses with me, Roland.

( a sharp glance at him. )

You'd prefer that I'm not there either, I'm sure.