No, Angel, you gotta stop looking at it like that. Yeah, you were a part of it. Obviously I can't say you weren't. But you were just... it's like if I take a crystal and use it for a lens to focus a laser through. The crystal's just the thing in the middle, and it's not like it had any say in it. That's you. Except with even less blame, 'cause at least in the analogy there, everybody knows what the lens is gonna do.

Nobody knew what you could do. Nobody 'took' your mom away, we just...lost her.

And I don't wanna lose you, too. I already did, and that...jesus dickballs, that was it, sweetheart. I was really ready to just burn all of Pandora to the ground, I really was. I just didn't give a shit anymore.

But uh...ya know. I did realize some stuff, then. I shoulda done more. For you, I mean.

[There probably were ways he could have eased the experience of being hidden away more than what he'd done. He could have spent more time with her. Talked to her about her mother. A pet, something.]