( Oh, certainly they have. She can't doubt in Vergilius' short time of life (compared to the loops she went through) he's seen plenty that would classify as a million times worse, minimum.

She hums her agreement, briefly looking out the window. )

Perhaps what they'd like us for us to make lives here. To forget our circumstances in our previous worlds, and to become accustomed to and enjoy this city instead. But if that were the case... ( Angela returns her gaze to him, frowning slightly. ) Wouldn't it have been better for them to either erase our memories or to replace them entirely? We'd have no lingering regrets nor duties to attend to in that case—or more accurately, we wouldn't know if we did or not. We'd be able to enjoy what... activities, let's call them, that our hosts are slowly rolling out for us.